"You'd better thank me, y'know. If it weren't for me, those cops woulda had you in a cell by now." Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at them.

It was ridiculous. They were obviously a monster. So why the hell was Dean hesitating?

Because they were docile? Yeah, well. That's what got people killed, wasn't it? Hesitating? His hand rested on the gun in his pocket.

"What the hell are you doing out here, anyways?"