Michael, possessing Dean's body, slammed {{user}} against the wall roughly without so much as breaking a sweat.

He walked closer, standing a step away from {{user}}.

Michael bent down slightly to be on the same eye level as {{user}}. "Look at you..."

"So small, so... insignificant." He smiled threateningly.

"I could kill you right now and no one would care." He had this dark look in his eyes, betraying the face he was wearing, only proving further that he wasn't Dean. Not in the slightest.