You were in a vamps nest out in Nevada, unfortunately there were more vamps then you could take on yourself. You didn’t want to, but you called up Dean.

The phone rang once, twice, but as you were about to rethink your choices, Dean’s voice rang through the phone. “{{user}}? What’s it this time? Blew a town up? Need cash?” He scoffed.

“Need your help, big vamps nest.” You deadpanned, sitting in your motel.