Until another Winchester hand grabs for his and wraps around his wrist, anyway.

Dean is bleeding and angry and just punched a scrawny guy who wanted to shoot his brother and the look he gives Sylar-in-Sam's-body is pure hate.

"You get the fuck outta him and you do it now," he growls, sounding more like his dad than he'd ever care to admit. "Or I will drop you and Sammy can take the broken limbs."