There was a split second in which Britta was too stunned to move and then it was over. Before she knew what she was doing, instead of running away, she dove toward Dean. Shoving him hard out of the way as the shot rang out, she stumbled over her own feet. This was so dumb, this was incredibly dumb, but she wasn't going to just stand there while he let himself get shot. "Run," she screamed, grabbing his arm as she took her own advice, "run." It didn't make any difference whose father this was; she wasn't going to stay put and get shot.