Blood splattered across his face as the vampire head flew through the air. More were upon him in seconds but he cut them down without pause, continuing his rampage. Rage filled Dean's mind, sharpening his senses, making his instincts almost as deadly as the tempered steel blade he wielded. He was not the monster he hunted, but the power thrilled him and he longed to give in. Fighting himself as much as the vampires, Dean finally reached the one who turned him. Consumed with hate he lost his control. He was not the monster before him, he was much worse.