Dean suddenly whipped his car around in the road then gunned the massive car back towards the road he needed to turn at to get to the shop. "I'm on the way there. Whatever you do, don't move, don't make a sound." Salt wasn't gonna help her. If she didn't have a gun, wasn't gonna help her either. So what he told her was the only thing he could do.
"You got a back door to the place? A ceiling entrance? Anything high? Fire escape?" Dean had already been formulating a plan.