With a muffled "OOF", Dean doubles over, feeling sharp stabs of pain shuddering through his torso. Damn, that dick can punch. The elder Winchester stumbles back a little, having torn his armed hand free, throwing his other arm around his middle and catching his breath. A feral grin stretches across his face as he pushes himself to lunge at the other again, bringing the butt of his gun across the other's temple.

"You sorry sonuvabitch, you're gonna be lucky if you get outta here breathing after fucking up my comm!"