Three shots later, the other gunman was falling dead at Dean's feet. He didn't stop to think about anything else as he grabbed the man's arm and yanked him over to where the other vampire was feeding on Sam. He fell to his knees and grabbed it by the hair, snatching the head back from Sam's neck. Fortunately, its fangs hadn't still be in his brother's neck, although Dean could tell he was still bleeding pretty badly.

He wrenched the fighting thing back from Sam and shoved the other body into its arms. There were two things a vampire had a hard time resisting and a freshly killed corpse was one of them.

Dean didn't stop to watch the thing start feeding on the dead dealer. He grabbed Sam under the arms and dragged him to the other side of the room, far out of the reach of the chained vampire. He sat back against the wall, held Sam back against his chest, and opened his own wrist, holding it to his brother's lips. "Drink Sam. Gotta... stop the bleeding."