"Dean, what the hell?!"
The question was meant for Dean, but all eyes were on Claude who was supporting majority of Dean's weight. That car ride had allowed Dean's body to understand what it had just went through, the injuries it had sustained. Now, Dean could feel the burning heat from the stab wound his body was rapidly trying to close, the forming soreness from countless bruises he'd gotten.
Except he couldn't show it. Not right now—not when his friends needed an explanation.
Claude hadn't bothered to introduce himself or to explain to the people in the Patrol Building's surveillance room what had happened, why they looked the way they did. The future Head Vampire quickly located an office chair for Dean to sit on, coaxing Dean down to get off his feet.
They'd already gone through a
