The last time he saw Philip with blue lips, the man had been on the verge of freezing to death in a swimming pool that was doing a rather clever impersonation of Greenland, in all its icy glory. Here, the threat is far more immediate and obviously not easily distracted by his obnoxious presence.

Adrenaline sparking through his veins - Oh, the thrill of the hunt! - Dean lets a shot off in the middle of the Shadow's back. Not pausing to see if it did any actual damage, he flips the gun, holding the barrel in both hands, and sprints at the damn thing before it can break Philip's neck.

Swinging the shotgun around like a bat in the hands of a home-run hitter, Dean aims for the side of the Shadow's head with the heavy wooden butt, teeth bared.