[Beatrix's focus isn't on him. She's aiming for Anya's mouth, punching repeatedly with hands as patient and heavy as sledgehammers. She's waiting for the sound of bone breaking, the low gurgle of blood bubbling down her throat and into her lungs. But more than that -

Before she can shatter her jaw Dean wrenches an arm around her neck and pulls her back, and though she stabs the knife back into Anya's shoulder and holds tight to it as he drags her away, she doesn't resist.]

Fine! Fine. The cunt's all yours.

Just remember, the next time she tortures you, that it didn't have to be you in pain.

[If he wants her so badly, let him have her. At least she's stopped Anya's mouth for awhile, and given the rotten sadist a taste of what she deserved.

She's got three of the girl's front teeth held in her fist.]