[ see this face? yeah, this is the face of someone who clearly doesn't give a shit. actually, he looks like he's about to bust out laughing because really? dean's fought monsters bigger than this kid.

but he'll indulge him, for now -- even though the thunderstorm is still hurling buckets of water against the windows, and the wind's whipping around something fierce. ]

Your fists. [ he leans against the door, sizes yuusuke up. ] Fun as that sounds, I'm not really in the mood for any fisting. [ a pause. oh god, he walked right into that one, didn't he?

awkward ]

Since you asked so nicely, though, how about we come up with a different deal? You -- [ he points at yuusuke, then spins his finger around in the air ] -- walk down that way -- [ he's pointing down the highway, into the thick of the storm ] -- and unless you're showing up here with a six-pack and a hot chick, swear never to darken my doorstep ever again. And maybe I'll think twice about kicking your ass into next Friday.

[ he flashes that cocky Winchester grin. ] Sound good?