"He bit me in the leg," he answers, maybe a little more sullenly than Chuck would. "And he got Anna in the arm. He let go pretty quick. I mean, he's trying to control himself, but..."

He trails off and rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. "I dunno. You're really going to just leave me in the open, knowing that?"

Gosh, Dean, you're so mean to the Prophet!