I'm not a Winchester

(1)

"Danny, I found a case you might want." That's how this crap started. Bobby found something he thought would be simple. It was a small nest of vampires, he knew I could handle it. Well, I fucking couldn't. That "small nest" was about 20. And now, I'm here, tied up and waiting for one of the vamps to just finish me off already. One walked in and stood in front of me, taking a swig of whiskey they had in their hand.
"Want some? You'll probably want it. Don't need you getting dehydrated." He smirked, holding the bottle up to my lips. I chugged what was left of the bottle and glared at him.
"You know, you'd be a pretty mate of mine." His hand went under my chin and he forced me to look at him.
"I'd rather you finished me off." I spat, trying to bite him. He jumped back.
"As you wish." Escaped his lips as a smile spread across them. He pulled his knife out and ran it down my neck. It went down across my collarbone and he pressed on it. I screamed as he continued cutting into my skin. I ended up passing out from the pain before he was done moving the blade.

~Dean
"Boys, I need your help. Its a small job, someone I know hasn't been home in a few days. I'd go find them myself, but I'm tied up in a case at the moment." Bobby explained over the phone. I told him we'd do it. It was his friend's kid, another hunter. They'd gone to kill a few vamps and were supposed to be back a few days ago.
When we got to the warehouse Bobby said the hunter was at, we found way more vamps in the nest than he said there would be. Sam and I managed to kill them all and we started looking for the hunter.
"Dean! I found a girl!" Sam yelled for me from another room. I went to where he was. She was unconscious, and bleeding from more than a few fresh cuts.
"They must've been feeding on more than Bobby's friend. I'll keep looking for him." Sam said. I couldn't find anyone else. "The guy Bobby sent us after must've gotten out. Let's take the girl and dump her somewhere safe." I told Sam when we couldn't find anyone else in the warehouse.
"Or we could take her back to the hotel." He suggested.
"What? She could've been turned!" I argued.
"We don't know that, Dean. Come on she'll die without us." He urged, pulling the girl into his arms. He was visibly struggling to carry her and I rolled my eyes, taking her from him. She was freezing. By the time I got her out to the impala and put her in the backseat, I couldn't tell if she was alive or not. The only thing showing any signs of life was her chest faintly moving up and down. I started driving to the motel.

~Danny
I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a bus. I was laying in the back of a car, with someone's jacket draped over me. I sat up and saw two guys I'd never met before in the front seat.
"Hey, you're finally up." The one on the passenger side said, reaching toward me.
"Fuck off." I snarled, pulling my knife out of my boot and swiping at his arm. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, wincing as I felt the pain in my neck and chest from the cuts.
"Calm down, sweetheart, we don't want to fight you." The driver said, tossing a water bottle back at me.
"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean." The passenger said. "We just want to make sure you're okay. Drink some water." He instructed me. I handed it to him and he seemed to get the gist that I didn't trust him. He took it and opened it, taking a drink before handing it back. I chugged it and laid back down before passing out again.
I woke up again when one of the guys, I think it was Dean, got me out of the car and carried me into a motel room. He laid me down on a bed on my back. He started pulling my shirt up. I was too tired and my vision was still too blurry to sit up.
"Has it really been that long since you've got something?" I laughed.
"Shut up, I'm stitching you up." He snapped. I sat still and let him finish, might as well take advantage of free stitches. The other one, Sam, walked in with my shotgun and pistol.
"Are these yours?" He asked. I nodded. Dean finished my stitches and handed me my weapons.
"You can have the bed if you want." He offered, stepping back. "Mind telling us your name, sweetheart?"
"Not important. Thanks for getting me out of there, but I gotta jet. Someone's waiting for me at home." I told them, putting my gun back on my belt and leaving. I headed straight for Bobby's place.