He aimed a solid kick at the vampire, hoping it was weak enough that it might actually hurt, get it off as he frantically moved to get away. Dean's words kept repeating that it was dangerous, to stay away. His gun had landed somewhere just out of reach.
He didn't even have that.
Not that it mattered because there was another bruising grip pinning his arms as that thing covered him and then there was pain enough that had him groaning out.
Yeah... this wasn't like Dean at all. Possibly because Dean was different and no matter how wrong it probably was, it felt good and there wasn't any worry that his brother would do him real harm. Dean wasn't like that.
This time, he was worried for his life, for Dean's, and there were just so many other factors had him squirming in all the wrong ways and overrode anything else, made it so different from his brother's bites and god, it was wrong he'd even compare the two. There was a pained groan and another, more desperate call for Dean.
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He didn't even have that.
Not that it mattered because there was another bruising grip pinning his arms as that thing covered him and then there was pain enough that had him groaning out.
Yeah... this wasn't like Dean at all. Possibly because Dean was different and no matter how wrong it probably was, it felt good and there wasn't any worry that his brother would do him real harm. Dean wasn't like that.
This time, he was worried for his life, for Dean's, and there were just so many other factors had him squirming in all the wrong ways and overrode anything else, made it so different from his brother's bites and god, it was wrong he'd even compare the two. There was a pained groan and another, more desperate call for Dean.