“Need some help Quinn?” Dean asked.
The vampires turned their heads and hissed at the newcomer. They hadn’t heard or smelled him enter. Four of the six ran down the aisle toward him, at the same time Dean leapt off the cross and landed hard on the floor below.
“One sucker, two sucker, three sucker, four, who’s gonna be the first one knocking on hell’s door?” Dean chanted.
Quinn didn’t resist rolling his eyes. There were times when Dean was just plain strange, if not a little demented. His counterpart, Kriss, wasn’t anything like this but was just as violent. Dean had already ripped the head of one vampire off, then roared when another jumped on his back and bit down on his neck.
He got up and tackled the vampire closest to him and wrestled him to the ground. A clawed hand latched onto
