The remaining vampires seem torn - caught between a werewolf who just pulled one of their own apart with his own hands, and a hunter who hadn't so much as batted an eye at the whole display. One starts edging for the door, and Dean launches him forward with a well placed boot, turning to catch the one sneaking up on him with an elbow to the side of the head. The vamp goes down, but another takes its place, and Dean grunts in irritation as a set of jagged fangs closes around his forearm.

Bracing the machete between his knees, Dean smacks at his sleeve, loosing a spray of carefully pressurized Dead Man's Blood. The vampire biting him goes down with a groan, but in those few seconds another has pulled the machete away, clamping vise like hands around Dean's thigh to hold him for teeth aimed at his femoral artery. Cursing, Dean gets his good arm between the thing's fangs and his leg, but in his distraction, misses the one that appears behind him, pulling his head back with a rough yank of Dean's hair.