"Fuck checking for the blood." Dean had already stood, shoulders squared. He was not happy with this particular development. "You don't bench the fighters. You don't bench because you think that you have it all figured out. You don't."
He was strongly considering walking out. This was a waste of his time; they had resources, which was nice, but they had no experience with this, no matter how much magic pants thought she had. Green jeans certainly hadn't.