"Damn it!"
"They just won't stay dead." The brothers immediately frowned. This guy looked like a serious problem.
"Winchester." The old vampire's voice rasped like sandpaper. He licked his sharp fangs. "You carry the scent of my kin. Such dense bloodlust... no wonder that demon disturbed my slumber."
Azazel!
The Winchester Brothers were startled. Had it noticed their call for help and deliberately revealed their information and whereabouts to this ancient vampire patriarch, who had clearly been asleep for a long time and was awakened by it?
It was clearly trying to kill them with a borrowed blade, stall for time, or even eliminate them outright.
The old vampire gave them no time to react. His body suddenly burst apart, transforming into tens of thousands of crimson bats with glowing red eyes that swept toward Dean and Sam like a storm.
The brothers' expressions changed drastically. Against such a vast number of vampire bats, their salt rounds and blades would have limited effect.
Faced with the bats filling the sky, their teeth coated in gray slime that seemed highly venomous, they hurried back into the house. But the bats moved incredibly fast, like flying darts.
Their heads slammed into the door, and the slime secreted from their teeth was corrosive.
In almost no time, the wooden door had been smashed open with a hole as large as a washbasin.
Bat after bat rushed into the room, charging at the brothers.
Dean had already emptied his magazine.
The two could only rely on the daggers in their hands, but against the storm-like assaults coming from every direction, they simply could not hold out.
A gray streak, too fast for the naked eye to catch, appeared between the bat storm and the Winchester Brothers as if it had teleported.
It was the