"Fuck me." Dean's head lowered slightly. Really? Fairies? He was going to have to deal with fairies? He didn't wait for them to get any closer. He pulled the gun, turning quickly to fire off a few rounds. The first one hit a changeling right in the head. The other nicked the downed things partner.
"I really hate fairies." He had his reasons. Dean always had his reasons. Fairies just happened to be one of those touchy subjects that sent the hunter straight to the rage side of the spectrum. The changelings didn't wait for the well dressed pair to attack again; they started moving.
Dean bent down to grab the knife. When he rose, he nearly shivered. It was the same stance he'd taken when the damned beasts had taken him the first time. Just like before, he wasn't going down without a fight. When he stood, he hadn't exactly moved away from Zee. He was still acting like the human shield; he was ever the guy with a hell of a hero complex.