It was supposed to be a simple hunt. He was supposed to kill the small vampire nest and then get out of there.

But he couldn’t help but hesitate killing one vampire when he saw how scared they were. Most vampires wouldn’t hesitate to attack when threatened. But you were different. You were most likely newly turned, a new addition to that vampire hoard.

Dean gritted his teeth as he glared down at you, his machete gripped tightly in his hands to the point where his knuckles were white.