Dean pulled himself to his feet, fumbling for the machete. He was weakening, the blood loss finally starting to get to him. Sam was unconscious nearby, and Dean was going to do whatever it took to make sure his little brother survived.
The vamps may have jumped them, surprised them, but Dean was going to put them down.
Every. Last. One.
With a last surge of strength, he raised the machete, and sliced into the nearest vamp. They rushed him, as a group, but Dean kept swinging, the machete kept slicing, the blood kept flying.
Dean Winchester, badass vampire slayer.
