The figure rounded the corner a little too fast for Jane to properly gauge the situation, and in the blink of an eye she was facing a man with a rifle. Clearly, the pistol in her hands was no match. It didn't come as a surprise that the man started barking orders right away, though she obviously preferred words to bullets. But even though he had made himself crystal clear, Jane wasn't about to throw him her gun.

[color=lightpink]"We're good, you don't have to shoot,"[/color] she replied, putting her hands at roughly shoulder level as she slowly knelt on her left knee to place the weapon by her feet. Just as slowly she got up, her eyes on the man the entire time. Jane didn't like being on the wrong side of a barrel. Dean had taken her shooting a number of times, and he always emphasized proper handling of a weapon so she was more than comfortable around one. This encounter, however, nearly made her heart skip a beat. 

[color=lightpink]"No, I'm not alone. I'm here with my step-father who's not...all there at the moment."[/color]

In the room, Dean turned on his side to face the door. He was half asleep, although the chatter he heard coming from beyond the door woke him up instantly. He looked around the room, and uttered a curse word when he didn't see his step-daughter there with him. The man got up on his feet and walked towards the door, listening for a moment. She definitely wasn't alone.

[color=lightblue]"Jane, are you okay?"[/color] he called out while opening the door, taking a moment to process the scene not too far down the hall before seeing the answer to his question right in front of his eyes. Dean then acted on instinct.

[color=lightblue]"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"[/color] He aggressively moved in front of Jane, pushing her back with one hand to stand between her and the rifled aim in their direction.