It wasn't even worth trying to point out that he hadn't done anything of the kind until the demon had threatened his fucking life. Fucking demon didn't go down easy, either, making another try for...his neck?
Holy shit, a fucking vampire. Gordon would be laughing his roasted ass off.
Didn't even have to try and drive it off before Spike was dropping away, hollering like a stuck pig and curling tight. Dean braced himself, quick check that he'd still got a round in his gun before training it on Spike.
Lead bullets weren't going to do shit to a vampire save make him bleed a bit, but Dean was oddly okay with that. "Will you quit it? I'm not gonna be your dinner. Or lunch. Or whatever freaking meal you're trying to get out of me." He thought for a second, still watching Spike. "And neither's anyone else here."