The sun rising usually gave Dean a sense of peace, like the problems of the night disappeared with the appearance of the light. Unfortunately this was not the case this time. He had been walking down an unfamiliar street when the first rays touched his skin. For the briefest of moments it felt pleasant. But then the burning began. He howled in pain and threw himself through the closest doorway he could find, splintering the wood and tumbling inside. He laid on the ground for a few moments, his face against the floorboards as he gathered his composure. He glanced down and saw that his arm was now charred where the sun had touched it and, guessing from the pain he felt, his neck was in much the same boat. "Oh this sucks," he said to no one in particular, rising to his feet. He glanced back at his arms and was only slightly surprised to see that the wounds were already healing.
It had been a very enlightening night for Dean as he had traveled. It had taken him very little time to come to terms with the fact that he was now a bloodsucker, though he still loathed the fact. In addition to this new reality, he had absolutely no idea where Sam was. Luckily enough, he had however figured out where he was. It was a place that he was very familiar with: Lawrence, Kansas. But that was the extent of where his familiarity ended. Nothing was like he remembered and, to his immense sadness, a family he did not know was now living in the house he had been born in. After that he had put all of his focus on figuring out what had happened to Sam and where his little brother was. After breaking into a house and 'borrowing' the family's laptop he had done a quick search on the internet and discovered everything he needed to. Evidently he and Sam had been in some sort of horrific animal attack. Dean had been found with almost all of the blood drained from his body while Sam's had never been recovered. Dean had been pronounced dead at the scene and laid to rest next to an empty grave where his brother would have been. Quite simply, Dean refused to acknowledge that his brother was dead. If he was a vampire now, he still had no idea how that had happened or how he had gotten to whatever twisted-ass world he was now in, then it was very likely that Sammy was one too.
He snorted in derision at the idea and shook his head once. "First time I've ever wished Sam was a monster instead of a human," he said. He took a quick look at his surroundings and winced as he realized he had, inadvertently, broken into yet another house. He could already hear the sounds of someone upstairs trying to very quietly make their way downstairs, presumably to confront the intruder with some sort of human weapon.
"Whose there?" a voice called a moment later, a male's voice trying hard to mask the nervous tremor with a large amount of bravado. "I have a gun! I'll shoot!"
Probably wouldn't do much more than annoy me, Dean thought with a dry chuckle. Hunting vampires had left him with a healthy appreciation and respect for how tough they could be. Guns, typically, didn't equate to much more than a punch to the gut.
Quiet as a shadow, Dean ghosted through the house and waited for the man to come downstairs. As he got closer to the stairs his ears picked up the sound of multiple heartbeats, pounding away in a beautiful song. He felt his throat begin to burn with thirst and his fangs jutted out from his lips. He waited patiently for the barrel of the gun to peek around the corner he was hiding before he grabbed it faster than the man could react and promptly disarmed him. Before he could shout, Dean wrapped him in a chokehold and waited for the man's movements to cease. Once the man was unconscious Dean buried his fangs in the man's throat, reveling in the sweet taste of the blood. Only when the man's heartbeat had begun to slow did Dean finally release him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and cleaned the blood off on his jeans.
Dean had already adapted to his new reality. He had not noticed it at first, the whole 'vampire' mixed with the 'new universe' thing had somewhat preoccupied him but during his travel in the night he had noticed it. The Mark of Cain was still upon his arm. He could feel it, even then, begging him to take the man's life and finish what he had started. But he was able to turn away from the temptation, the blood now flowing through him providing him with enough power to control the Mark's urges.
The sound of footsteps upstairs may have been missed when he was human, but his vampire hearing was unbelievably sensitive. So was his sense of smell. He glanced out the window to the sun as it made its way up the horizon and sighed. He wouldn't be able to go anywhere for quite some time, which meant that the family inside the house was now a liability. For a brief moment Dean paused in his thoughts and considered what had just came across his mind. Killing innocents was not something he did, Mark of Cain or not. But, then again, this was not a typical situation. When he had the laptop he searched up other events that had transpired in his world and none of them came up. No meteor shower that was in actuality angels falling, no crazy weather patterns caused by Lucifer, none of it. As far as Dean could tell, he was not in his own world. He thought back to when he had been transported here by the chick with the blue eyes and shook his head slowly. The man on the floor began to stir, albeit slowly, and Dean stomped down on the man's neck without a thought. The snapping sound nearly caused him to start as he thought about what he had just done. The man's heart pounded once, twice, and then went silent.
"Michael?" a timid voice came from up the steps. "Is… is everything alright? I heard something break."
Dean stared down at the body for a few more moments and then turned to gaze at the stairs. Slowly, footsteps began to come down the steps. He saw the woman's legs first but did not move as she continued her descent. It was rather dim so it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust but once they did her eyes widened in horror. It wasn't hard for Dean to understand. Her husband's body upon the floor, blood streaming from his neck and a young man with blood dripping from his chin standing over him. It must have looked like a scene from a horror movie. She staggered back, leaning heavily against the wall as Dean began to walk towards her. He had only gone a few steps when she saw her take a deep breath in, filling her lungs for what he assumed would be an ear-shattering scream of terror. Just as the first note of the shout had left her lips Dean's hand wrapped around her neck and cut off her breath. "Sorry, Michael's dead," he told her, whipping her around and snaking an arm under her chin to continue her chokehold. "But if it helps you'll be with him soon." The Mark sang for joy as Dean's pressure increased. The scent of her blood proved to be too much and as she ceased struggling he buried his fangs in her neck and drained her. This time he did not stop when her heartbeat grew sluggish. He only ceased drinking when he could pull no more blood from her veins. He released her and watched her body tumble lifelessly down the steps. He closed his eyes and listened intently, breathing a sigh of relief when he heard no more heartbeats. Killing children was not something he wanted to do.
Out of some last remnant of pity for their bad fortune, Dean dragged the woman's body over to the man's and laid them side by side with each other. He even cleaned off the man's neck, albeit with a scrap of his own shirt. He knew he would have to move soon. That was certain. New world or not, where there was vampires there were hunters. A killing like this would not go unnoticed by them. Moving only at night would severely hinder him and he had no idea how long he would be able to go between feeding both his hunger for blood and the Mark. With any luck he could sate them both in the same action, no matter how grim the idea may be. He didn't care. Finding Sammy was his first priority, the next was finding Cas and Crowley, once he had those three getting the hell back to their bodies and back to their own worlds.