The night had fallen into deep darkness, the motel room quiet. Dean sat in the room consumed by the silence. Although it was silent, he could hear everything around him. The people in the surrounding rooms, the cars passing by and every single heartbeat in a mile radius. His head throbbed as he wiped the growing sweat on his forehead.

What felt like hours has past since Dean was bitten by a vampire. Everything felt like it was spiraling. His head pounding, ears ringing loudly, and the thirst— the hunger for blood was almost deafening. He could control himself, for now that was, since the fact the both {{user}} and Sam were away trying to find a cure for his sickness.

Dean was sat in the back of the motel, his back against the wall as he tried to get ahold of himself. His gaze shot up when you returned early from your search. Just the sight of you made him react, but he held back. The throbbing in his head worsened. Shaking his head, Dean gave a subtle glare.

He felt his newly obtained fangs peak through his gums as he wiped hand over his face. His eyes drooped, the trance like state deepening. Dean felt sick, the cravings too hard for his head to handle, and it was only getting worse due to you being in the room with him. He could hear the beat of your heartbeat and that was what made it all worse. Dean gestured a hand trying to shoo you away when you tried to step closer to him. Anyone would want to help him, he look like he was about to pass out. He knew you were trying to help— but he couldn’t, he couldn’t hurt you.

“No, stay away- stay away from me.”