"Wrong. You're the one with no choices," a voice cockily testified from behind her. A loud bang reverberated in the air. Meg's eyes flashed and the force which held Sam dissipated.
Meg turned abruptly. Her face skewed into a fiery ball of tragedy and frenzy as she viewed a gun smoking in Dean's hand pointed at her. A bullet wound still stung in Meg's upper shoulder blade. Discovering Dean's smirking face incited Meg to scream with vehemence.
"Oh… Shut up!" Dean shouted as he used pistol to the smacked Meg's face. Meg fell flatly on top of Sam.
"I hate that bitch!, Dean spewed as he noticed Sam struggling to push Meg off. "Ha… okay…You having a good time there, Sammy. Whew…ahem."
Pushing Meg off of him, Sam sprang upright. Sam glanced at Dean only briefly before they were crossing the room to defend Bobby.
The Amadán was a fraction of a foot from Bobby. Bobby shook himself attempting to get off the floor. Dean fired a horde of bullets into the creature, which caused the lithe woman to merely flinch. She continued to advance upon Bobby. Jumping to his feet, he pulled the spray nozzle from under his coat and doused the creature in the blood of the fallen hunter. Bobby prayed the oral legend was true. The creature looked strangely at Bobby and kept moving.
"Bobby move, don't let her touch you," Dean yelled. He grabbed Sam's shotgun and blasted the creature again. The rounds only allowed a momentary reprieve of he creature's advance.
Reversing the barrel of the gun, Dean used the butt of the gun to smack the creature over. Bobby scrambled from her grasp.
The Amadán recovered quickly. Dean attempted to smack her again, but she grabbed the barrel. The creature was stronger than she appeared and used the rifle to fling him harshly to the floor. Ignoring the fallen Dean, she proceeded again towards Bobby.
Dean winched and wiped blood from his lower lip. A huge gash had been made when he hit the floor. He raked his lip with his hand once more and rolled upright.
Sam had retrieved his back-up gun and was defending Bobby. He fired as the creature as she ensnared Sam and Bobby into the corner. The creatures realized it would have to take out Sam to get her intended target. The Amadán's arm seemed to move in slow motion in Dean's mind. Sprinting towards the Amadán, Dean's mind filled with foreboding as he remembered the sensation and cold of the Amadan's touch. The Amadan's fingers were ready to brush Sam, when Dean grabbed her hand away.
"Dean… NO!"