Dean smirked, just one side of his face. "Gremlins," he muttered. "Throw water on 'em..."
That gave him an idea. There was a small vial of holy water in his jacket pocket, and he pelted a vampire that was now running the other way. It seemed like they were down to just one now.
Dean grinned at it. And then stuck a stake in it. There was an otherworldly sigh, and then another pile of dust.
He licked at his lower lip and turned toward the little blond girl.