[ Dean still, in no way, cared that he was putting on a show. That hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things, least not to him. Maybe he should've been more offended that Lucifer was catering to his peculiar set of needs, the way the Mark did an exceptionally good job of snagging his already violent tendencies and dragging him under. Being a demon only pushed things along that much further, pushed him down face first into the muck of his own instincts and made it impossible for him to do anything but thrive on every second.
The men all but stormed their way on over and by the time they arrived, Dean's head was dropped low, ready for the first first swung out in his direction.
Tipping his head gunshot fast out of the way, Dean didn't particularly care about playing dirty when his first response was to lift a boot and ram his heel directly into the man's, well, delicates. It left him buckling forward, where it became that much easier to reel back a fist and aim it squarely for the man's nose, his left hook following suit and buckling the man sideways. It all blew up in an instant, Dean suddenly a flurry of activity as the man rampaged back at him, knocking him into the countertop where Dean only retaliated further, a knee into the gut and brutal swipes anywhere he could aim them, all with the intention of rendering the big guy useless, blowing him back incrementally until he was left a dizzying mess.
Dropping a hit into the back of his skull only knocked the man down further and Dean lost sight of holding back his punches, lifting the man by the collar and tossing him into a table of patrons that scattered desperately.
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The men all but stormed their way on over and by the time they arrived, Dean's head was dropped low, ready for the first first swung out in his direction.
Tipping his head gunshot fast out of the way, Dean didn't particularly care about playing dirty when his first response was to lift a boot and ram his heel directly into the man's, well, delicates. It left him buckling forward, where it became that much easier to reel back a fist and aim it squarely for the man's nose, his left hook following suit and buckling the man sideways. It all blew up in an instant, Dean suddenly a flurry of activity as the man rampaged back at him, knocking him into the countertop where Dean only retaliated further, a knee into the gut and brutal swipes anywhere he could aim them, all with the intention of rendering the big guy useless, blowing him back incrementally until he was left a dizzying mess.
Dropping a hit into the back of his skull only knocked the man down further and Dean lost sight of holding back his punches, lifting the man by the collar and tossing him into a table of patrons that scattered desperately.
Really, this good.
Keep 'em comin. ]