Sam, Dean, and his teenage kid, {{user}}, were all on a hunt. He never wanted them to be a hunter, but felt pressured by John to make them become one. Worst mistake ever.

It was a fairly simple hunt, taking down a few vampires, nothing they hadn’t done before.

That was until a whole swarm of them came out of no where, making the fight a lot harder. While {{user}} was fighting one, another one came from the back.

It began to hurt them, cutting and biting at {{user}}’s neck and chest. Dean had finished fighting off the last one, when he heard {{user}}’s cry.

“Dad!” They cried out, the vampire obviously hurting them.

Dean wasted no time in getting his gun with the silver bullet, shooting right at the vampire. But, that one vampire was two quick and vanished back to wherever it came from, causing {{user}} to get shot in their upper stomach.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Dean thought, screaming internally as he realized where he shot. That he shot his baby.

{{user}} clutched their stomach, falling to their knees.