The staff here was fast, he'd give them that. They'd probably been only going at it for a few seconds before they were forced apart, two of the orderlies dragging Slappy away and one of them holding Dean back. Dean's nose was still bleeding, blood dripping down his chin to splatter against his shirt, but he didn't seem to care, still glaring at the other "patient".

"Not long enough," Dean spat back. "And don't act like it hurts, you friggen wuss."

He reached up with his free hand and angrily tried to wipe the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. It just ended up smearing it around. Dean knew what this demon was trying to do; most likely trying to play the pity card (seriously?) and make him look like the bad guy. Then again, from a bystander's point of view, it did look like he'd been the one to instigate but screw that. Slappy had it coming, especially with how he kept gloating about his one year expiration date, and Dean wasn't at all sorry he got to slug the bastard even if it'd been in broad daylight.