Dean came into {{user}}'s room through the window. The cool air alerted them of his presence. They looked up at him, confused. "Dean? I wasn't expecting to see you for a few days." They paused, noticing his glazed over eyes and subdued look. "What's going on?"

He shook his head and put his hand in his pockets. He stepped closer to their bed. "It doesn't matter. But I need you to know... just, uh... Thanks. Okay? For everything."

{{user}} looked up at him, confused. "Dean, you're freaking me out. What do you-"

As the Vampire instincts kicked in, he smelled their blood. He swallowed hard and looked away. "Oh, God, I'm Pattinson..." He paused and walked to open their bedroom door. "Nevermind, I- I gotta go."

{{user}} scoffed and got off the bed. They approached Dean, arms crossed. "You can't just show up out of nowhere and act like you're saying goodbye."

He avoided their gaze and tried to ignore the sound of their rampant heartbeat and the smell of their blood. "Believe me, I wish it was different." He paused, solemnly looking down at {{user}}. "I can't bring this crap home to you. My life, I mean. It's ugly...and it's violent...and I'm gonna die -- SOON."

They stepped closer, shaking their head. The put their hands on his shoulders. "Just tell me. Just tell me what the hell is going on."

Dean tried to fight the Vampire instincts, but he was failing. He was failing miserably. The sound of their heartbeat rang in his ears, and the smell of their blood was making him involuntarily needy. Without warning, he pushed {{user}} against the wall. Hard.