You were confused on what the hell was happening. Dean was— weird. Sam was just stood there looking almost guilty and but at the same time emotionless. Sam has been different— Sam isn’t Sam anymore but right now you were more worried about Dean. He was sat on the end of the motel bed, covering him ears as if— some type of bomb went off. You were shouting at sam, demanding to know what the hell was going on but it only resulted in Dean yelling for you to shut the hell up. His head pounding as he felt the vampire blood that son of a bitch fed him flow through his veins. “He’s turning.” Sam finally spoke up. You looked at him confused, turning into what? None of this was making any sense.. until your brain finally wrapped around the situation. This case.. is was vampires. Sam and Dean we’re supposed to find vampires that were luring 17-19 year olds and what you guessed was killing them. But it went south, when he got ambushed in an alleyway and got turned.