When Dean heard the gunshot go off in the distance, he proceeded to increase his running speed and leave his brother in the direction of the sound; he knew full well that Sammy would be able to keep up with ease, since he had the longer leg limbs. He had gone from carrying his weapon to putting it away.
As the scene of two struggling girls came into view, Dean could only assume that the girl on top was the bad guy. “Hey!” Just as expected the brunette had turned to look to see who called out, allowing the other girl to escape free as Dean tackled her assailant off her and already withdrawing his own weapon out again that had its’ own magazine of silver. As he was aiming and preparing to fire, the blond girl which he had just rescued turned on him and revealed the fact that he had pulled off the wrong person. Fuck me.
He gazed at those wolf eyes for a brief second before he felt his body sail through the air and crash into the ground with a sounding thud and a groan.