"The fuck did I do to you?" Dean echoed, still bent over for balance, but snapping back to action stance as soon as he was free, gun aimed right back at Spike and sure, it was shaking, but he was the one that had the freaking gun. And that was good.
Pretty much the only good.
Hadn't done a damn thing to turn a demon into that kind of fear, though he wouldn't begin to pretend he wasn't enjoying it. "Fucking tried to kill me, buddy!"