"Can I shoot?" Dean asked, clenching his jaw. He was visibly tense and pissed.

"No." Sam replied sternly, completely against the idea of hurting anyone at that moment.

"Stab?" Dean suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

Sam pursed his lips, giving him a glare. "No! You're not hurting anybody."

"Later?" Dean muttered, putting his hands in his jacket's pockets.

"Never." Sam raised his eyebrows, stepping towards the Impala.

"Come on!" Dean groaned, walking towards Baby too and getting behind the wheel.