[ Just as soon as it had started, the fight was slowing, the room starting to thin as the injured and the afraid booked it. Those not involved hung near the sides, as though waiting for things to work themselves out so that they could decide what to do. Finally there was just Dean standing there over an unconscious pair of men who had been left behind by their friends.

Lucifer stood, the moment everything stilled, and called to the barmaid. ]

My friend and I will be buying everyone here a drink. [ He called out, louder: ] The next round is on me, so long as someone clears up this mess. Gentlemen? [ He tipped his head toward a group who had stayed out of the fight, and sure enough they set about dragging the unconscious men out and righting the tables that Dean had thrown about. The barmaid didn't even make a fuss about Dean leaving, but smiled at him, a little turned on, a little fearful, as she poured him another generous shot from his bottle, all but inviting him to stay.

It was immensely entertaining. ]

You'll be stronger once you learn how to use your telekinesis as well--assuming this place let you keep it.