He's to the hall, he's nearly out, out of earshot, out of reach, out of fucks to give, but she's making so much goddamn noise. He'd thought he'd meant it before, but now Dean's sure of it. Faye really does want to bring them all down on her.

He's half-turned to shout Stop when he sees it, a flicker of movement closing in on Faye's left flank. "Shit," Dean grunts, starting forward, but it isn't Faye the Splicer attacks, isn't either of them Dean thinks for a long, stupid moment, and then he realizes the tiny clunk he heard in front of him was the landing of a grenade.

"Shit," Dean repeats with equal fervor, and there's only time to get his hands up before the blast lifts him off the ground, propelling him sideways towards the wall. Dean squeezes his eyes closed and braces for impact, but the wall crumbles like wet paper around his shoulders, letting him straight through to the other side.

The ground there is not so kind. Dean crashes down with a force that stuns him, his ears full up with his own roaring blood and a singing pain at the back of his skull, but he can't lie here, he's supposed to be doing something, supposed to be -

"Faye!" Dean shouts, cursing when his first dizzy attempt to rise puts him right back on the ground.