"But. Either we walk away and never know. Or we find out what the fuck is going on and handle it." Dean looked back at her, slowing down somewhat. He might have forgotten that she was hurt. The changeling still hadn't moved. Maybe it was waiting.
Dean came to a stop a few away from the huddling lumpy mass. "If this thing is here for me, I'm killing it and anything else that comes for me, got it?" Zatanna wasn't the only one the fairies might want after all. Dean didn't even want to think about going back.
"So, do you have something in your bag of tricks to stun it? You know if these things are compelled to count salt?" Hey, it worked for Sam the last time they'd had to deal with the fairy bastards.