Dean checks himself as Sallie falls, grabbing the hand that's holding the knife (or the wrist of the hand, rather), and twisting it behind her back.

Here's hoping the knife stays stuck in the floor.

"Uh-uh. None of that shit, sweetheart."

He brings some weight to bear, keeping her pinned. (If he can.)

"Sam. You okay?"

Most of his attention's on the old lady, and maybe the necklace that he's trying to keep from using to choke her.

Uh.