Dragging himself off the floor, nearly doubled over with one arm wrapped around his waist, Dean shoots the white-haired bastard a death glare.

"I'm gonna find a way to kill you," He growls, feeling a trickle of blood drip out of his nose and over his lip. "See if I don't, you sonuvabitch."

Dean takes a few wary, careful steps back before turning around completely, with every intent of leaving the foyer.