Steve put his hands on his knees hovering over Dean. "Are you comfortable?". Asks Steve.
Dean smirked at him. "Yeah. I'm comfortable".
"Good. Because, we're not going to do anything else. I'm just going to stand here and look at your ass, until you get out of chair".
"Well, we're gonna be here all day then! All day. You ain't scaring me!".
"I'm not trying to scare you!".
"You ain't scaring me, bro!".
"You know what? If you are the man you think you are-"
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!".
"Then you'd stand the fuck up and you face me!".
Dean pushed the chair out of the way.
"Do you like to abuse your wife when she's pregnant? Do you like to be homophobic against your son? Tell me about that".
"There isn't much to tell, Steve-O. My wife is a bitch. I want her to get an abortion. I'm not raising another stupid kid!".
"Stupid kid?!". Paige yelled. "When you held your son in your arms, you said you'd change! You said you'd stop doing drugs, and you'd stop being a player! What the hell happened?!".
"Bitch, I lied!".
"And our son, Dylan?".
"That faggot?". Dean smiled slightly and chuckled. "I had every right to kick him out the house! I don't want any faggots in MY house!".
You're an animal!". Yelled Paige.
"Good! I like being an animal!". Yelled Dean.
"WOW". Steve exclaimed out of disbelief.
"What?!". Dean snapped.
"First, you abuse your pregnant wife, then you disown your son! What kind of father are you?! You dumb son of a bitch what kind of man are you?!". Steve threw the chair as it stuck to the wall.
"STEVE". The crowd clapped.
"I WANT TO BREAK YOU. I WANT TO THROW YOU THROUGH THE WALL". Screamed Steve.
"WELL GOOD, I'M STANDING". Screamed Dean.
"If I ever did what you did, I would never be able to look at myself in the mirror-"
"I don't know what you're talking about I love my wife-"
"So doing all the dumb shit you do, like locking her in a closet for days at a time-"
"That's because the bitch don't give me sex-"
"Let me talk! Shut up!".
"SHUT me up!".
"Shut the hell up, dammit Dean!". Yelled Paige.
"You never acted like this when we're in our house! All of a sudden you grew some balls!". Dean grinned at Paige.
"Yeah, that's because I'm here to protect her from a moron like you!".
"Moron?!". Dean gritted through his teeth as he flexed at Steve.
Steve nodded angrily. "Do you think hurting your own family makes you a man? What gives you the right to do that to a woman who stayed true to her vowels! A woman who always remained loyal to you while your jack ass is out there being stupid!".
"Whatever, ass wipe! Get the hell away from me!".
"You're luck we're on national television, otherwise I would have you face down right now!".
"I know what I didn't do to her! I'd like to see you try, old man!". Dean stood face to face with Steve.
"You don't walk up on me, you better take a step back! Take a step back!".
Dean didn't listen. Dean said, "Talk to the hand!". He stuck his hand out in front of Steve's face.
"YOU TOLD YOUR SON-"
"NO".
"YOU TOLD YOUR SON TO STICK A COKE BOTTLE UP HIS ASS OR LEAVE THE HOUSE?!".
"NO".
"SO YOUR WIFE, PAIGE, IS LYING?".
"YES!".
"DEAN, YOU NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR".
"I DO SEE A DOCTOR!".
"You better keep seeing him, brother! EITHER YOU BE A MAN, APOLOGIZE TO THOSE YOU HURT, STICK A BOTTLE A BOTTLE UP YOUR OWN ASS, OR GET OFF MY STAGE".
FINE!".
Dean walked away.