"It's fine." The Bat moved quickly, putting away one toy for another.
"What is it?" The question could be for the voice on the other end of the comms, or it could be for the hunter. Who Sam Winchester was had quickly come back to the Bat's memory once recognized. So, the flashbang that didn't seem like a normal flashbang, nothing the Bat recognized or could readily recognize, could be something Sam knew.
"What are you doing here?" The way the helmeted head lifted suggested the question was for the hunter, while the Bat quickly used a pair of cuffs to roughly bind the creature, person, whatever.
"What are you doing here?" The helmeted head turned back to the witch, and a very hard yank then shake made sure the witch's head bounced nicely off the pavement. "Why are you here?" The pain that the witch might be experience didn't seem to matter to the Bat at all.