Sam barely had time to react before he was being shoved aside, fumbling over something that made the unmistakeable rattle of chains. he hoped they were just some that were discarded and unused after they burnt that one vampire, but something stirred behind him and he had this sinking feeling.

Dean was in pain on top of it all and his first thought was to get to his brother, make sure he was okay, but there was this noise and then something was something grabbing at his feet, tugging him roughly down and dragging him in. He let out a yell, eyes going wide as they strained to look through the dark, his body twisting and squirming, grabbing frantically for the gun just out of reach.

the vampire hadn't had enough length in chain to tackle him, but it was so inhumanly strong and fast, it was dragging him in like he was a rag doll, like it was nothing and all Sm could think was how dean had warned him to stay away from a half-dead vampire.

"Oh, God-- Dean!" He gasped, hoping his brother was okay, that he could help. The vampire had to be so weak, but he was desperate and pissed and starved. He didn't want to die like this, didn't want Dean to be hurt like he so obviously was. This was just a bad situation all around and he should have,... expected it, honestly. When were things that easy for them?