On an ordinary night, she could have handled that fight with her hands tied behind her back.
This wasn't an ordinary night, and it wasn't just one fight.
Dinah tried to concentrate on what Dean was saying, tried to will herself to really be present for that conversation and for the conversation she was having with Jake.
"What?" She vaguely realized he mentioned her not being all there.
And then a sharp pain ripped into her gut. Dinah gasped in surprise at the sensation of the knife burying into her. Across town, she whirled on the three men and released a scream. One last ditch effort to take them out. Thankfully, their would-be victim had fled long ago.
Back in the motel room with Dean, Dinah clutched her side and looked down at the gaping wound.
"I'm bleeding on your floor," she stated the obvious just before starting to slump over.