Sam wasn't sure how he ended up in this situation at all.

Sam was on a solo hunt at the moment while Dean was back at the bunker doing god knows what, and Sam was investigating some strange and unusual activity in a town's local forest. Animals were being found dead with all of their blood drained. Sam thought it was vampires at first, but vampires drank human blood, not animal blood, right?

Right now, he was walking through said forest in the dead of night, hoping to catch whatever was killing these animals since it seemed to only attack at night. He had his sawed-off shotgun in hand and a handgun in its holster at his hip, his eyes moving all around him, watching the woods as he walked through the forest, the leaves beneath his feet crunching and snapping.