"Jesus Christ."

Dean's up and out of his own chair by the time Sam falls, and while he'd like to run over to his brother, make sure he's okay--

still breathing

--he's not about to have both of 'em out for the count.

"Betting Christo isn't gonna work on you, is it?"

He doesn't finish that thought before he's diving left, hand scrabbling for the salt-loaded shotgun.

It ain't like he wants to kill Sallie. Not really.