Dean grits his teeth in pain and falls into the booth more than he's pushed into it. There's nothing he'd like more than to decapitate this bitch--and him without his machete.

"Don't you touch him!" If he weren't cradling his arm, he would be up and beating the shit out of her. Dean flicks his eyes down to Cas--oh man, he doesn't look good--and back up to the waitress. "I swear, lady, you do anything else to him and I will tear you a new one."