[ dean doesn't have a weapon drawn, no, it's all shoving and bodily forcing himself between them at this point. of course, he knows a weapon won't really help against whatever the fuck elijah is, but it would damn well make him feel better to have another knife to bury in the the smug douchebag.

jo trying to pull him away goes totally ignored, with dean not budging so much as a foot from where he is, glaring at elijah like the look alone could kill him.

and dancing.

dean wants to punch his teeth in. ]

You can remove yourself the moment I'm done freakin' skinning your ass. [ they'd walked away from each other once before -- dean had scurried off, more like -- but not this time, no. this time there won't be anything left of elijah fucking mikaelson to see daylight. ]

I don't know what the hell you were planning here, but you're gonna regret it, pal, I'm gonna end you--

[ he follows with another shove, fingers curling into fists seconds later he's very, very intent on throwing. ]