Sam releases his hold on Dean mentally and physically, pushing himself upright to straddle his brother’s hips. Dean’s eyes dart around the room, getting his first look at his surroundings before halting on Sam’s naked body.
There’s rage in those eyes and panic and Sam stares impassively back, waiting. Dean doesn’t telegraph his blow, but Sam blocks it easily without moving a muscle. Dean’s panting gasps become bitten off screams as every bone in his arm shatters and Sam shudders as the muffled cries bounce wildly around the room.
Quiet’s been taken care of. Now it’s time to get dirty.