Thrashing its gnarly teeth at you the vamp snarled as it got menacingly close to you.

the chilling slick of your blood stuck to you as your back was shoved into the cold concrete, your fight instincts were grasping at straws trying to get the upper hand. This was it.

And then slice the vamps head fell to the floor and rolled to your feet. You panted shakily sharp adrenaline pumping through your veins.

”{{user}}? You alright?”

It’s Dean, his green eyes glowing in the dimness of the abandoned warehouse, a spatter of blood on his face, for a moment you swear he looked just as spooked as you. he takes you under his arm, his leather jacket providing you warmth.

He smells like whiskey, musk, and gunpowder.

“Damnit I knew we should’ve stuck together.” He huffs, his breath forming a plume of fog from the cold.

“Sammy?! Start Baby up. Don’t wanna stay here any longer than we have to.” He calls out to his brother all while keeping you securely at his side. He didn’t dare let it show but you scared him half to death.