Steven shrugged, “I decided to scare the s**t out of an old priest upstairs by streaking through the halls.”
“He got caught with his pants down by another vampire,” Dean translated with a smirk.
“Go to hell!” Steven growled.
“Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt and burned it,” Dean said, with a serious expression.
“Did you get him?” Quinn asked, with a dangerous tilt to his voice. He wanted the vampire who’d hurt Steven to breathe through its neck.
Steven shook his head, “No, I was too busy saving some stupid woman from being bled to death by one of those freaks.”
Dean frowned, “A woman?”
“Yeah,” Steven answered. “She ran off just before you got there.” He pressed his palm against his temple to stifle the pain but it didn’t help that the room was spinning. His eyes widened, “T
