Seb takes another slow drag before dropping his cigarette and grinding it out beneath the heel of his boot. He grins. They think they’re going to kick his arse, they’ve got another fucking thing coming. The three of them might have had a shot, provided they came at him together and he was unarmed. But Sebastian is never unarmed, and they aren’t that smart. He holds his hands up, palm out, purposefully mirroring the gestures of the other two.
“I didn’t come here to cause any trouble.” It’s a blatant lie if there ever was one, and he smiles. “No need get yourselves all fuckin worked up. Can leave, if you like. I’ve got places to be, as it is.” Part of him is itching for one of them (probably Dean, since he’s the only one of them who looks fucking stupid enough to try it) to make an attempt at fighting him anyway. He’s bored and it’s been too long since he’s had a good excuse to tear into someone.
John snorted at Moran’s words. Somewhat thankful that Dean and Sam weren’t backing him up, but still not in any position to help any of them.
Well, outside of saving them from a brawl in the middle of the street. Christ, Dean looked almost ready to actually try something. That was stirring trouble right there. Part of him also wanted to tackle Moran to the ground, keep him from returning to his boss. But now wasn’t the time. Bastard would be armed, and he didn’t want to drag others into his fight.
“If you hadn’t come here to cause trouble, I would be sincerely and completely surprised. That much hasn’t changed about you, I know.” His eyes flicked over to Sam, then Dean. “Don’t bother. He’s armed, and he’s got no problems with shooting people in a crowd.”
Dean cracks a smirk, taking a step forward but he catches Sam’s face and realizes he’s being a bit weird. It wasn’t ever damn day a potential friend came along and Dean didn’t want to lose the opportunity to have one in this strange ass place.
“Well come on back with us John, I want to talk to you anyway.” he places his hands in his pockets, completely ignoring Seb and motioning for the soldier to follow. He’ll mind his manners for now but the chance to show off and show John that he’s not someone to be messed with is boiling in his blood, realizing that the last talk he had with him must have really made him feel a bit relieved if he was willing to jump a stranger for him. “We need to talk about what we are going to do about your little problem?” he doesn’t want to say what and simply raises an eyebrow, wanting John to take the hint and just go with them.
Sam really didn’t care for all this hostility. People walking by were starting to look at them. A group of tough looking guys tensing for battle was a bit hard to miss, and he didn’t want to be noticed by the cops next. But he didn’t know why the animosity was hanging between Sebastian and John, so there wasn’t much he felt he could do about it. He decided to let Dean take the reigns on this one; at least he knew John. And by the looks of it, he was trying to make friends with him. That certainly wasn’t something Sam was going to get in the way of. Dean needed more friends.