"Dean..." I held the "N" in his name, I was sitting across from him in his booth after we both talked with the officers.
"Why did you do that Cas?"
"I am fine with people beating me, but when they beat others. They cross the line and I do not let people get away with crossing that line." I answered bitterly. "Do you want another coffee?" I asked, the bitterness left my voice.
"No thank you." He responded, I got up to go and get his bill. Dean looked miserable. I mean, he had to talk with the cops about his beating. I had to as well. My stories took over an hour to tell, the cop (her name was Charlie. A redhead, liked her job and made sure to tell the others in his cell that he beat women.)
On Dean's receipt I added a note "Smile today, sorry today sucked. L Hope your day gets betterJ". I know but when he got the receipt, he chuckled to himself and left the money on the table as always. I went to go grab the money when a business card fell out "Winchester Automotive". Nothing was written on the back off the card, but I kept the card and memorized the number throughout the day.