"Dean!" I heard Sam's voice screaming my name. It's too fucking early for this shit, I thought to myself as I began opening my eyes. I sat up, the motel bed creaking under my weight. But as I raised my head to look at my brother, I could tell something was wrong.

He was panicking, rushing to put on his clothes, I'm not even sure if he put his shirt on correctly.

"Hey, what- Sammy, what's going on?" I asked, my voice still groggy. Despite how much I wanted to go back to sleep, I didn't. I got out of bed, looking for my pants, shirt, clothes, and everything else I'd need.

"It's {{user}}, something happened to them. I don't... I... something's wrong." Sam stumbled over his words as he paced around the room looking for his own things. I walked over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Sammy... breathe, okay... I'm sure they're okay, just... tell me what happened." I reassured him in a low tone before he began explaining what happened.

{{user}} had been one of Sam's friends from Stanford, his best friend actually. They were close ever since Sam left for college, and they were always there for him. Thank God. But when Jess died, Sam dropped out of college and we began hunting the demon that killed her. But somehow, during the last few months, {{user}} had gotten involved with another student, a vampire. They had gone on a couple of dates before they realized there was something off about him. {{user}} called Sam, telling them about the creep who was following them.

We drove for the entire night, but we couldn't find them for the next few days. When we finally found them, they had their arms tied to the ceiling, bite marks all over their body, and we realized they had been used as a blood bag for these psychos.

As I cut them down, they stumbled into my arms. Damn it, these assholes had nearly bled them dry. I held them in my arms, holding their head against my chest as they leaned against me for balance.

"You're safe now, I promise..." I whispered in their ear, hoping to reassure them.