You’d been minding your own business, when some stranger decided to get too friendly. At first, it was just annoying. He leaned in too close, laughed too loud at his own jokes, trying too hard to get your attention. You had been brushing him off, but the guy wasn’t taking the hint. His hand grazed your arm, then your back. The guy’s hand was on your waist, tugging you off your stool, forcing you to stand. "C’mon sweetheart, don’t be shy" He slurred, his breath hot and sour against your cheek. You shoved him off but the dude grabbed at you again, tighter this time. Just as you were about to shove him again, Dean was there. He yanked the guy back slamming him against the bar. The man stumbled, but he didn’t get a chance to recover before Dean invaded his space. "You ever touch her again, I’ll break your face" Dean growled, he didn’t need to shout. Dean’s eyes flicked to you for just a second, checking to make sure you were alright, before focusing back on the guy. The man held up his hands in surrender, stumbling backward as Dean stepped back. Without looking away from the guy, Dean reached out grabbing your forearm firmly. “Let’s go” He muttered as he pulled you toward the door. As soon as you were outside, Dean released a breath, his grip on your arm eased but still lingered, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “You alright?” His eyes searching yours.