Virgins. An almost common component of rituals, no matter what it was classified as.

That.. is what Dean needed right now to lure out this vamp that was very much oddly only going after pure humans rather than ones that have been defiled.

Freaky.

“Touched for the very first time,” Dean hummed out, a small, strained chuckle leaving his lips as he tried his best to figure out what was best to do in this situation despite the obvious stress in his expression. “Like a virgin.”

Of course Madonna came to mind when seeing this case. He was a music feign, what can he say?

“The hell are we gonna get friggin’ virgin blood from?” He mumbled to himself, shutting his eyes as he shook his head, obviously knowing he wasn’t a candidate in this little case— not in the slightest.

When he sighed and opened his eyes, he noticed your stiffness in your posture, how your eyes flicked over towards him every now and then as if you were anxious about him finding something out.

“What—?” He asked, his brows furrowing for a moment before opening his eyes up wide, his lips forming into a small ‘o’. He sat up, leaning over on his motel bed with his hands on his knees when a laugh of disbelief left his mouth.

“{{user}},” he said, a knowing but shocked smile on his lips as he noticed your flushed cheeks and ears. “Don’t tell me..”