"Why the hell are you waiting for?" Dean whispered hoarsely. "Shoot her!"
Sam kept his eyes on the woman. Though he'd lowered his weapon, he held it ready to fire. "Wiley said to stand down."
"So what?" Dean winced, pressing a hand to his stomach, where the blood stain was steadily growing. "Sammy, come on, I'd like not to fucking die out here. The fire didn't work. Wiley was wrong. Let's just shoot the bitch because she eats us. We got nothin' to lose."
"Dean, she hasn't eaten any of the –" Sam stopped, eyes widening. "What – what is that?"