Dean wasn't stupid enough to say the words aloud, but he was thinking them pretty clearly. Normally a skilled hunter, all the rules were broken when someone he loved was on the line, and now he wanted nothing more than instant gratification. He wanted to storm the property, kill everything that stood in his way, and bring his family home and safe again. Talking about who was going to go where, which weapons they'd take...normally it was something he'd take a great deal of interest, but now it was just a huge waste of time that he worried they didn't have.
Sam had spoken the truth, and Dean knew it. Lilith knew they were closing in, and that was what she wanted....the girls would be expendable now, unnecessary, and it wasn't like demons to leave bait alive just to be nice. Heather could be in some serious trouble, Jo could be dead again...
"Goddamn it." He meant to think the word but it came out in a fierce whisper. His hand fingered the gun he had tucked into the back of his jeans...the rock salt loaded in it would help repel the spirits guarding the girls long enough for them to get free, and after that...well after that they could worry about Lilith. Still, he knew that they had to come up with SOME sort of plan, or the great hunter that was John Winchester would never let them go in.
There were times when he really hated his Dad's thoroughness.
"There..." Dean said, pointing to an area on the property. "I think that the demon bitch is keeping them there..." Swallowing deeply, he pointed out the features that would make the area best for such a purpose, and why Lilith might have chosen it. It was hard, so hard to make himself focus, but he did.