[Well that is the most fucking terrifying thing he has witnessed in days, thank you very much, well done. Dean finishes choking on his whiskey long enough to glare at the creeper questioningly.]
...the Hell do you want?
[He has the vaguest inkling that he's seen this guy before, but can't remember where.]
( action; )
...the Hell do you want?
[He has the vaguest inkling that he's seen this guy before, but can't remember where.]