Spike sprang away from the wall automatically at the sound of the shot, agonisingly loud in his ear. He took one horrified look at the gouge in the wall, then looked back at Dean, and in the space of that second everything about him had changed. Confidence had returned; he looked relaxed and ready, a smirk spreading across his face.
And he was a lot nearer Dean than he had been.
"Why don't you join me over here instead?" he said casually, just before his hands shot out, closed over Dean's where they were holding the gun and tugged with all his vampiric strength. Not at the gun, but at Dean.
And doing his best to force the muzzle of the gun away from his body at the same time.