"Look, kid," Dean said, standing up and sighing again, and shoving the gun back into the pocket it'd come from, "I mean really. Look around."
His eyes went to the Wolfman, then back to the kid. As soon as he opened his mouth to say something, groans came from the other side of the corn, right next to them.
"I got bigger problems than you right now. And since when I got here," Dean growled, "I got thrown around like a rag doll by a vampire who as far as I can tell is still pretty damn human, all I gotta say is don't bite me and don't get me killed."