Bursting through the mall doors, the sunlight overhead gave off a strong glare blinding Dean for a moment. He skidded to a halt as a winged blur landed in front of him, impeding his progress. He blinked, once twice, three times, getting used to the sunlight before she made her move. His eyes followed her hand as it reached down, then they went wide. He gulps, and a smirk slides across his face. Should he… No, it was too risky. There were others about and it was rather unlikely that they’d give these two the privacy they deserved for such a spectacle. But he couldn’t shoot her, it would be unfair to put down what Dean assumed to be a fantastic warrior with a gun of all things. 

Instead, he pulled the pistol and bore it into the underside of Uprising’s head. Just across the way Dean could see his car, he just had to make it there… “Why would I let you have him? So he can rot in prison?” Dean slowly started to sidle around Phoenix, hoping he’d be able to get around her in this manner. “I know what it is like. To have all things I know crushed and to be stuck in hell. He could be so much more, like I was when Hitam saved me. He [b]will[/b] be more.” Dean would try to keep Phoenix distracted through conversation, and made sure the gun he bore could be clearly viewed. “I am sorry, but I could not help but see your blade. Tell me, where is it from?”