Dean glances next to him when Jo speaks, and finally, he snaps out of the little trance he's been in. Mind control and hostages, and Sam was in the middle of it. Sam might be one of the injured. It's awakening his protective instincts and kicking them into full drive, and he finds himself striding over to River, intending to help command. Dean wasn't much of a follower.

"I've got no objections. But we do need to figure out some sort of organization here before we go off." Dean says loudly, and it feels weird coming out of his mouth. Dean shoots first and asks questions later, but Sam's in potential danger, and he needs to keep his head. To some degree.

"Meaning, all the people who can fight need to be ready to. And I swear to God, if any of you out there find a tall guy with shaggy hair and shoot him, I'll kill you." He growls.