Dean's movement was so smooth and fast that it hadn't really registered to Shannon fully what had happened until it was over and he was holding the door shut and telling her not to freak out.
He'd called her by her name; he knew it was her. Clearly she'd been right that it was him. Now, however, wasn't exactly an opportune moment to ask him what he thought. She nodded at him, wide-eyed. Yeah, Craphole Island had polar bears and smoke monsters, but man-sized lizards throwing kitchen utensils? What the hell was she supposed to make of that?!
"I'm not going anywhere alone if that's what they all look like. They can't just be in the kitchen, that's too easy," she breathed.
When the meat cleaver hit, Shannon jumped and screamed in surprise and, well, all right, fucking fear; that thing was inches from hacking into Dean's face, for Christ's sake. At least he was asking for a gun.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, dumbfounded. "Is that a goddamn water gun?! What the fuck, Mirage?!" she shrieked, panicking fully and without inhibition, now.
She heard another thump and the door behind Dean moved a little. No friggen way was she going to let those things out of there. The wood was thick and heavy; the first knife that had hit it had only been able to sink in as far as the tip, so she wasn't terribly worried about them slicing through the door.
Taking a deep breath, Shannon made her way hurriedly over to Dean and leaned up against the door beside him. "Now what?" she gasped.