The pain that sliced through Dean’s hand was unexpected. “Sonova–!”
Instead of letting the sprite go like he might have done before, Dean cut off his cuss and brought up his free hand, releasing the sprite into the new hand and this time expertly winding his fingers around the tiny body to keep him from attacking again. Dean’s thumb came up beneath the little chin, preventing any bites.
“Chill, nibbler,” he groused. “No one’s hurting you.”