For a second, when Dean smiled back down at her, Shannon forgot her aversion to pretty guys. The issue she had with them, after all, was that they were wimps and cared more about their own looks than anything else, in her experience. Dean...was not a wimp. By any stretch of the word. She didn't have time, though, to feel guilty about having been so disappointed by his appearance, because he'd leaned in close again, whispering in her ear. If they weren't in such a shitty situation, she might've enjoyed the feel of his breath on her ear and the way his lips moving rustled her hair just slightly, but she didn't have time to consider it. All she knew was that she was glad that Dean was coming along and wasn't going to stick around trying to play the hero. People died that way.
Instead of looking back at him or vocally replying, Shannon just nodded to let him know she understood. And then, Dean was shouting at the things and she felt his arm drop away. She anticipated his command before he gave it and ran like hell. The golems were shorter than she was, so when she got up to them, she grabbed onto one's arm and let herself slide on the linoleum, the momentum carrying her both down and around until she was behind them and crouching, shaking, against their backs. She wanted to look back. She wanted to make sure he was okay, because the sound of the lizards rushing forward and hissing in anger and pain was thundering in her ears and Dean was right in the middle of it.
She remembered this feeling... This was how she felt when Sayid had gone with Charlie to find baby Aaron and the crazy French woman who'd taken him. Did that mean she cared about Dean already...? Closing her eyes and putting her hands over her ears to drown out the sounds, Shannon tried to calm herself, breathing deeply. She hoped Dean would be all right.