Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I would share if I did.
The smoke's so thick I can barely see the other side of the pool table, burning my eyes. Of course, that's not where the problem is.
I growl, "Dammit Dean!" A large leather-clad body slams into me, pinning me to the wall, crushing my breasts into my lungs. I feel something crack as my fist connects with his face, I can't tell which of us is broken.
I spot Dean, bloody-faced, two guys hold him while another tries to tenderize his stomach. I use my other hand to kidney-shot the one on his left and wonder why the hell we didn't bring Sam.
Oh right.
Research.