"Don't these guys ever give up?" Dean asks, quietly walking through thw woods, his younger brother Sam, behind him. Sam just snorted but didn't say anything. They were hunting a nest of vampires and Sam knew they had their work cut out for them, as they didn't know exactly how many were in there.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out in front of Dean. A vampire. "Come on, Winchesters. You smarter than this," he said, "You know we can smell your blood from miles away".
Dean smiled, "I know. That's why we brought these". Dean quickly brought out a wooden stake and quickly threw it at the vampire, who dodged it. Deans smile faded.
"Shit! Sam, get your-" Dean stopped as he turned around and saw Sam lying on the ground, blood slowly coming out of his neck. He ran over to his little brothers side and put Sam's head on his lap.
"Sammy, come on. Please-" Dean was interrupted by laughing. His head whipped up and glarred daggers at the vampire.
"While you were busy trying to kill me, you should have been busy watching your brother being drained by a vampire. Such a shame". With that, he ran off back to the nest of vampires. Dean pounded the ground with his fist in anger.
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