Dean continued glaring at the man as he stayed close to Mika, not budging after Dean’s threat.  He bowed his head a bit, closing his eyes, and sighed.  He hadn’t planned to get into any fights tonight.  The bar was supposed to be empty.  On a good Tuesday night, this place was actually peaceful.  When Mika spoke up and called him her boyfriend, his heart fluttered and his glare reappeared on his face, this time with a smirk, “What she said…”

And then the woman showed up, her voice jarring him from his thoughts a bit as he turned his eyes to her, raising his eyebrows.  He then laughed, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you’re her type either.  And what is this, a swingers convention?”

He said the words with not an ounce of laughter behind his eyes.  The look he was giving them was a dangerous one.  Even the bouncer had noticed, and was moving the older gentlemen into the dining room of the theatre next door, to keep them from getting hurt.
He noticed the way the woman was looking at Mika like she was food, giving a disgusted look at how tasteless both of them seemed to be, but also, they seemed a little too eager, compared to most bar patrons.

The man brought a hand forward and tried to pick up Mika’s hand, which caused Dean to lash out.  He clapped a hand on the man’s wrist aggressively, peering at him angrily, his chin almost in his chest.  The man looked down at Dean’s hand and smiled, taking it as permission to attack, and suddenly punched him in the face with more strength than a normal human.

Dean fell backward at the woman’s feet, bringing a hand up to wipe a bit of blood from his nose.  He stood with a smirk, blood covering his teeth as his nose gushed and punched the man back, the man spearing him and slamming his back against the floor once again, now sitting on him.

Dean blocked one punch which his forearm, protecting his face, but then as he started to punch up at him, he noticed the man’s teeth snarling, “A vampire…”

He whispered the word and instantly knew they were screwed.  This could be an entire nest, considering how many people were hanging around the bar.  He struggled under the man’s weight, as the woman came down to him and smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Mika.  Vampires!”, he called out to her as another hard blow was landed against his cheek bone.  He groaned, kicking his feet up to try and arch his back against the guy, “They’re vampires…”