At the moment Dean didn't care what Anders had done to keep Max awake. "Baby is parked outside the hall of doors." He tossed the keys at Anders, and held the Colt out to him butt first. "If I say shoot, shoot. Go for the heart or the head." The bullets he had packed into the antique revolver would take down just about anything.
Leaning down he carefully placed his arms beneath her knees and at her back, and stood. His lips compressed to keep his emotions in check. "I got you." He murmured to Max.