Dean heard Sam cry out, but he had to get the bastard with the silver bullets out of the way first. Otherwise, he'd be useless. Two silver bullets to the chest were already slowing him down considerably.

He took a second to get his head as clear as he could, then came around the corner firing. The thing a bout people who liked to capture vampires was that they never expected them to shoot back. Vampires were supposed to fight with fangs, not guns. Dean kind of liked that advantage. Especially when he could hear a hungry vampire hissing and his little brother screaming for help.