1.2 Family - Old and New (Dean)
Dean had been a big dude in life, a strong guy, a linebacker. He knew what it was like to tackle a man, to take a hit, to struggle for advantage.
This, this was like wrestling a child. Whatever had been done to him, whatever he was now was in an entirely other class. He felt the man squirming beneath him, and if he was so inclined, Dean was confident that he could just pull, or squeeze and bones would snap, and joints would dislocate. The sheer sense of power was both surprising, and a little thrilling if he was being honest with himself.
"You feel like a big man huh? You want to try smackin me around? huh?" Dean was honestly a little apprehensive about actually hitting the guy. He had heard of people getting sent to the ER in bar fights, and with the raw strength he could now bring to bear the prospect of cracking the mans skull like an egg was now a reality.
He reared back for a back handed blow, hopefully not hard enough to break anything, but enough to get the point across.