Imagine Patrick...

"Let me go!" you shout fearfully but no one can hear you over the music.

"Hey, let her go man!" a man shouted a few feet away. Dean stops laughing and looks at him. You do too.

He was a short guy about 5'4 with reddish-brown hair. A black fedora sat atop his head and a buttoned red cardigan matched his black skinny jeans, shirt, and boots. You didn't know his name so you classified him as the "Fedora Man". His finger was outstretched in front of him as he pointed at Dean. Dean, seeing the height of him, laughed again.

"And who are you supposed to be?" Dean chuckled. The Fedora Man's face was hard.

"Let her go" he repeated...