Dean was already on edge with everything happening. His head was hurting, he was afraid, scared, worried, and a mix of emotions were running through him, but he didn’t want to fight. That was never his intention; it was the last thing he wanted to do in this situation.
Yet, when he was attacked by the guards who had seen him every day, with whom he grew up, his anger came to the forefront. He swiftly avoided the attack and grabbed one by the neck.
“What are you doing? How could you just attack me like that?” Dean asked.
Rather than give an answer, the other guard swiftly came forward and tried to attack him. This left Dean with no choice, as he flung one of the werewolves by the neck and threw him off to the side.
As the other came close, he could see both of their arms launching at him. Dean hit them away before the claws could pierce him, knocking them down to the ground. He then jumped off the ground and lifted his knee, whacking the other werewolf right in the face.