"It probably won't be the most comfortable thing in the world, but--" He was cut off by the sound of two gun reports as soon as he stepped down onto the basement floor. Dean staggered back, shoving Sam to the side of the stairwell and hopefully out of the line of fire. Fuck. He got sloppy. Too worried about what they might find down here, so he missed the sound of the fourth heartbeat.

It would have been mildly painful if it had been regular bullets that smashed into his chest, but these bullets were silver and not only did they tear through his flesh as they entered, but they sizzled as they burned him from inside. He moaned and clutched at the wounds, curling down into himself even as he raised his gun to try and return fire.