Dean doesn't have the will power to stop the laughter that just roars out of him, he attempts to cover up his mouth to stifle it but he loses that battle. He remembers his Dad handing him the shotgun when he was knee high, and telling him to fire it. He , too, fell on his ass and was bruised for weeks. He could only imagine the wounded pride and tailbone she had right about now. Not to mention her pride.


"At least you clipped his shoulder. That's gonna hurt, and slow him down a little but you're dead."