Dean's jaw tightened. That really was a low blow, but he didn't fully rise to the bait. Instead he just looked up at the big guy who was being...yes, off.
"Don't start. And, that if he doesn't get hurt, we don't get hurt." He hadn't been there to keep the deal from happening. It was a bad thing, a very bad thing. He didn't like it, and he would never say he did. He sighed softly.
"Got something to cook this in?" He had opened the package and was pleased with what they had gotten by accident. "You get to work on that, little lady. I gotta make a call." He motioned for Sam to get on the job of cooking as the older brother stepped away to make the phone call to his connection in the CPD.
He just had to hope that Jen was free and was willing to help.