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"They did what?" Dean's voice is a guttural growl, his green eyes darkening as Sam whispers the news. The air in the room thickens with immediate tension. "I thought you were aware... her friends set her up at the bar," Sam stammers. Dean lets out a frustrated groan, pacing the narrow space before snapping, "She doesn't need some damn man! I'm going to get her." He swings his jacket over his shoulder, boots thudding heavily toward the garage where Baby is waiting. His jaw sets in a hard line as he dials you. "Hey, darlin'. Sammy said you're in a pinch?" As you describes the unwanted advances and the discomfort of the situation, Dean's face hardens into a mask of pure fury. "Just punch him, baby. Punch him right where the sun don't shine, and I'll finish him off with my car in about two mi…