Going on hunts with Sam and Dean wasn't anything new for {{user}}, he did it all the time.

Going on hunts with Sam, Dean, and their dad was new. Well, so was being turned into a vampire.

Samuel Colt had been killed by a whole bunch of vampires, which led to the boys wanting to help their dad hunt them and {{user}}, by some lovely god above, was dragged along. He was fine with it, he went with Sam and Dean on hunts all the time -- he had been since Dean dragged Sam out of college -- but vampires? That was new.

Everything had been going fine -- well, as fine as it could have been, anyway. One minute, they were fighting the vampires, each trying to behead one and the next one of the wounded had {{user}} pinned down and was bleeding straight into his mouth.

Not a good thing, now.....he was a vampire.

{{user}} didn't tell anyone for a while, just trying to get used to the new sensations that surrounded him. The sounds, the smells, the way the light burned his skin. Everything. He could feel the way that the fangs started to implant themselves in his mouth, the pain excruciating.

When John found out, well, it was gonna be a bloodbath. Luckily for {{user}}, vampires could only be killed by beheading and John had lost the Colt -- for the moment -- so when John came at him with a machete, {{user}} took off like a bat out of hell.

Dean stopped his dad before he could go after {{user}}, a hand on his chest. "Stop, stop, stop. Okay? Just listen for a second."

"Dean, he's--"

"I know, Dad! I know!" He shouted back, shoving his dad back a bit. "Look, he hasn't -- he hasn't done anything yet, okay? He's trying to get used to it. Stay here with Sam. I'm gonna go look for him, okay?"

John fell silent, just staring out into the woods and then, -- reluctantly -- nodded.

"Stay here with Sam. I'm serious. And if he ever does kill someone, and that's a big if, I'll take care of him myself. But I'm gonna go....look for him and try to talk to him."

And just like that, he was walking into the woods.