It was definitely more potent. Dean was still a young vamp, so his blood wouldn't give crazy amounts of strength and speed like Eric's might have, but Sam could give any human (or two or three) a run for their money right about now. Some people did okay and didn't freak out on the blood, so Dean was going to hope like Hell Sam was one of those.

Once he'd given Sam time to get away, he pulled a knife from a sheath in his boot and set to work digging those bullets out of his chest. It took a while and hurt like a bitch, but eventually, they fell to the floor. Once he could move again, relatively freely, he pulled on his leather gloves and went to work freeing the vampire still trapped there. Unfortunately, he was a little too weakened by the blood loss and the silver effects to stop the other vamp when it shot by him and up the stairs. Dean got to the top of the stairs in time to hear on of the three captives scream.

God, he had a mess on his hands.

It took some time, but Dean eventually got the other vampire under control and clear-headed enough not to kill anyone else. For now, anyway. The bodies were dragged to the basement and he used gasoline siphoned from the dealer's car to set one hell of a fire, engulfing the whole house in flames from basement to the top. By the time the fire really got going, though, he was already gone.

He took the dealer's car and drove the vampire, along with the two remaining dealers, their stash of V, and all the silver chains back to the local vampire sheriff. In hindsight, it might have been kinder to kill the dealers at the house and leave them, but turning them over bought him points with the locals and would, in turn, get Eric off his back. Especially since he delivered the other vampire alive, if not exactly in the best shape.

By the time he got back to the motel room, he was exhausted and in dire need of a damn shower.