When he heard the shot, his blood ran cold, and he ran to catch up. He saw Jo run through the door and followed, just on her heels. He'd had a gun up as he approached, and it was still in his hand.
If that shot had been for his kid, something was gonna pay.
That same fear and dread that he remembered feeling when he had Sam in his arms. Stabbed Sam.
It's not even that bad, he'd told him.
Dean took a deep breath, and yelled his daughter's name. The tone of the yell was more of a roar.
It was a warning to the guy who'd been unfortunate enough to take his daughter.