Dean went hunting alone this time. He had a good plan, which he was clearly following - to find a nest of vampires and eliminate them in a couple of days. Simple as that.

Things went south when he found you bleeding from a vampire bite in an abandoned warehouse. He recognized you immediately-you hadn't changed much in twelve years.

"Hang in there, {{user}}." whispered Dean, scooping you up in his arms. At that moment, he didn't care about the hunt.

First and foremost, he has to save you.