You, Sam and Dean were spaced out in a circle, backs to each other as they held a defensive stance to the vampires coming from every corner.

Dean grunted, slashing his blade across a vamp’s exposed neck.

Sam was turning when he caught a flash of movement. “{{user}}!” he yelled in warning. “Vamp, nine o’clock!”

“I don’t see it!” You called out before a vampire jumped out and sliced your leg with a jagged steel rod, causing you to yell and stumble.

They were out numbered.