You want to put a bullet between his eyes? Is that it?

[ The Leviathan bristles, and struggles to his feet. It's slow going, and he treats his injured leg gingerly. He might not be in much of a position to negotiate, but in his eyes... neither is Dean. ]

Because that's what it's gonna take if you think I'm stupid enough to even think you'd let me leave after vacating this meatbag?

[ He knows what you're capable of, Dean. Probably better than most people do, thanks to the body he's hijacked. ]