The stand off was particularly stereotypical. A witch was standing with one gun aimed towards Dean and another aimed at Sam. She threatened to shoot if either stepped even a tiny bit forward. Sure, Sam didn't care for himself but Dean was also at risk.
Sam edged forward making the witch turn to him with both guns, which was obviously a massive mistake on her part.
"Stop!" She screamed in panic. It's surprising how a serial killer can become so vulnerable when the tables were turned.
Steeling himself, Sam pressed forward with a look of determination upon his face. As he did so, Dean backed away slightly. The elder man knew that Sam wouldn't get himself shot, he wasn't that reckless. He clearly had a plan.
Unfortunately for Sam, he really didn't have a plan. He continued storming towards the witch with cold, dead eyes.
BANG.
The witch pulled the trigger sending a bullet straight into Sam's shoulder. He flinched but kept coming closer. In fear, she pulled the trigger again making a bullet bury itself into Sam's side.
BANG
The gun had to more bullets so she kept sending them towards the oncoming man, bewildered to why he wasn't collapsing or crying out in pain.
The vampire didn't stop and once he was close enough, he dealt with her. It was painless and quick, unlike the deaths she allowed her victims.
"Sam?!" Dean cried, seeing his brother groaning a bit at the multiple bullet wounds.
Sam turned to face the other hunter, "Ouch, it's starting to sting a little."
Sean's jaw dropped and he shook his head in disbelief.