Damon Salvatore in Supernatural

Part 6

Sam and Dean woke up in some sort of attic which was turned into a dungeon. Definitely not as good as Bobby's. They were tied to their seats. 
"Where are we?" Sam asks Dean as he wiggles in his seat.
"I compelled you to come with me to my house and tie yourself up in my basement." Damon stepped out of the darkness with a smile on his pale face.
Sam and Dean look at each other.
"Compel?"
"Wow, you guys really are bad hunters. Compel as in forced you with my vampire mind to do as I say." Damon laughed at his own sarcasm and grinned.
Sam and Dean look at each other again.
"Do you guys even know how to kill a vampire?"
"Don't think we don't." Dean said as he pulled his hands out from his roped jail. He then picked up a knife that was laying on the ground across from his seat, it was probably going to be used to torture the boys, and lunged towards Damon's throat. Damon simply laughed evilly while throwing Dean's body across the room.
Damon couldn't control his laughter; these hunters were so bad!
"Just tell me why you are here and who sent you so I can kill you already." This was directed towards Dean as he lay on the floor.
"My uncle, which is more like a Dad, sent us. He told us it was a vampire case and to cut off the vampires head. Me and my brother came in my Chevrolet Impala which was first my dads but he died and now its rightfully mine and now we drive around hunting demons and vampires and ghosts and MY BOYFRIEND IS AN ANGEL and..."
"Okay shut-up!" Damon interrupted. "I didn't ask for your life story."
"Dean!" Sam whispered.
"What? Compulsion, I guess." Dean frowned and rubbed his elbow which was bruised from hitting the wall.
"So if your name is Dean," Damon pointed at Dean "Then you must be Sam."
"And who are you besides a blood sucker that steals the lives of the innocent?" Sam asked trying to sound cool.
"My name is Damon. And who says they're all innocent?" Damon grinned.
"But here's the thing, when I compelled you both to come with me, Sam here refused. You guys must know a little something about vamps. You drink vervain?" Damon raised his eyebrow in Sam's direction.
"Vervain?"
"Ugh, you are so boring! Vervain to 'keep away the vampires.'!" He continued to look at Sam and then Dean. Sulking in his own pool of boredness he continued to talk. "No Garlic, no cut off the head, no crosses or holy water. We never die!" Of course, he was lying.
"Uh-huh is that so." Sam said. He then jumped out of his chair and the knife he picked up touched distracted Damon's throat.