When Dean didn't hear back from Sam about the vampires, he decided to find his brother. What he found was a sight that was becoming more and more familiar--Jo slashing a demon with holy water and Sam prepareing to knock the damned creature out.
"I hate demons." he grumbled, glaring at the growling demon. "Hate them so much. Out of instinct more than anything, he trained his gun on the demon. He knew it wouldn't do much good, because the rock salt wouldn't send the creature back to hell where it belonged, but it made him feel better and that was a plus.