"Because you're aiming for the middle, and you're shooting right handed." He was glad they hadn't gone too far in, otherwise he'd have to set Sam down again if things got bad, and there was no way he was leaving him down here, nor was he letting himself get killed here, leaving Red unprotected, and she wasn't getting killed either. No one else was dying around him today unless they pulled a gun on him first.
It wasn't far up to the surface, and Dean was relieved when he saw street lights, but the sound of feet was sudden and loud. "Go, go quick," he told her, speeding up with Sam's weight slowing him down.
As soon as they were out, he turned around. "Grab the detonator, Red! It's in my jacket pocket. Hit the button when you've got it."