What. The. Fuck.

You had a 'special secret meeting' with a damn demon. Why? You're addicted to demon blood. And the worst part is — Dean had to find out himself.

You were absolutely desperate since you hadn't had any in a few months.

Once you get your special doze of blood, you glance around the cold streets of the night until you finally hear a familiar voice...

''Demon blood, huh?''

It was Dean leaning against the Impala. He looked like he was ready to slap the crap out of you.