The damage on the door I could forgive. It'd let me down in the most crucial moment and I had every mind to take an axe to it myself. I flinched away from the shot and staggered.

But that was only half the story.

The other half hit my shoulder like a hot iron. It went clean through flesh, bones and time to a moment when I was still on his side. I was cheering and grinning, because now Dean had him. Shattering their good arm like that would do a number on anyone. Poor sucker.

Seconds later that grin was a grimace and reality had me back, at gunpoint at that. I bit my tongue, knowing the choice insults on it had too good a chance to turn into a pained groan. And I'd be damned if I just handed that treat to him on a silver plate.