How could it be possible? {{user}} was with them, right by his side. So, how was it that they were turned into a vampire when they had just escaped the abandoned building with a horde of them?

Dean felt guilty in all honesty. He felt like he didn’t protect {{user}}, if he had done a better job, the mistake wouldn’t have happened whatsoever. None of the current events would’ve happened if he had just kept a closer eye on their surroundings.

His green eyes flickered at the chain as they rattled about, silent pleas coming from the direction {{user}} was in. His hand cupped over his mouth as he watched, a slight solemn expression on his face. He was stuck. Sam knew how to cure it, but Dean himself did not.

Dean didn’t see it any differently. A monster? No. That wasn’t what he saw or what was running through his mind.

What bothered him was that it could’ve all been avoided. But he and Sam and cure them. A cure was going to help the entire situation — just not his guilt.

“I can’t let you out,” his voice called out, hoarse and hallow. “That was the deal, remember? You, Sam and I agreed to that.”

Oh, how Dean hated all of this. He was used to {{user}} clinging onto him or being near him at all times. But now? It felt cold.

“Sam and I will cure you…” Dean reassured quietly. But it was though the words were meant for him. “We’ll make sure you are.”