A knock on his door makes him lift from the motel bed. It's sorta rushed, urgent, so he makes sure to be rather fast. When he opens, Dean sees you, mouth stained with blood and a machete in hand. Before he can even start asking questions, you hand him the machete with a serious look on your face. "I got turned. A damn vamp. You have to kill me."

Dean blinks once, in horror. Then anger at the situation builds up. "What? {{user}}, no. I'm not killing you."