A knock on your door makes you lift from the motel bed. It's sorta rushed, urgent, so you make sure to be rather fast. When you open, you see Dean, mouth stained with blood and a machete in hand. Before you can even start asking questions, he hands you the machete with a serious look on his face, although his new vampire senses are being driven mad because of your heartbeat. "I got turned. A damn vamp. Sam won't do what he needs to do --- you'll have to kill me instead."