Dean caught Red as she was pushed towards him and spun her behind him, his gun raised and two bullets fired off at the shooter, dropping the bastard with one in the chest and one in the face.
"Sammy!"
Breath hitching in fear, Dean turned towards his brother and skidded to his knees, everything he had hold of dropped on the dirt beneath his feet. Snagging hold of that hand that was reaching at him, Dean pulled Sam's shoulders onto his bent knees as he panicked, trying to figure out in his hazed mind where the bullets had hit.
"Sammy, Sam, it's okay, we're gonna get you out of here. It's okay," he rambled, trying to feel for where the bullets had gone in.