John set his teeth and reminded himself firmly that none of this was really any of his business and that Adam would deal with the little shit in whatever manner he saw fit. It didn't help much. He badly wanted to introduce his knuckles to College Boy's pretty face. Some dirty laundry even he couldn't countenance airing in public, and Pepper shouldn't have to put up with it.

He glanced at Crowley, symbolically putting his fist in his hand and turning a fierce glare on the punk to express the sentiment he couldn't act on directly.