Sam was never going to get used to Dean moving like that, but he didn't have time to dwell. He rushed to the one on the side, using his weight to get him down to the floor, gun pressed to the back of his head just in case he got any ideas.

"Dean!" He looked over at the other. "You bring cuffs or something?" Couldn't just expect them to go along if there wasn't a gun aimed at them... and from what Dean had told him earlier? A little antsy about giving them even a chance to get loose if they were actually stronger and faster than him.