Already terror-stricken eyes widened at her voice, the stoic body they belonged to tensing like someone tazed it. Images of an all too familiar situation flashed through his mind, bringing a flash of fear fully entwined with rage and a painful sting to his right arm. The response was feral, and momentarily overwhelming, but once it washed over him he could feel his synapses beginning to make logical connections again.
As hard as it was to see Lisa in that kind of state, he knew they weren't going to get out of this mess without answers, and the only way to get answers was to ask questions. It wasn't as if he was new to interrogations, they were a necessary part of the job. Even when the evil thing was wearing the face of someone he loved.
Dean felt his emotions start to die down, as if on cue, like his resolve had his some kind of off switch in his mind. The terror in his eyes followed suit, growing cold as they sliced through the thing in front of him.
"No. You don't get to just take turns in other people's heads. Not on my watch." His voice was still hushed, the back of his mind still on the other unpredictable creatures in the vicinity. "Now, you can either follow me where we can have a safe and private conversation, or we can go with plan B. The one where I kebab you with this skewer and nail you to the side of one of these buildings."
Of course, he was bluffing, but there wasn't so much as a hint of it in his icy demeanor.