Vamp Nest || Dean & Stiles
Dean opened the trunk of his car and grabbed everything that would be helpful against vampires; his Machete, dead man's blood, and a few other various weapons that he kept on him in case of an emergency. He let out a sigh as he shut the trunk and glanced towards the building that five vamps had decided to make a nest in; he thought they could have picked a nicer house but he understood that they probably thought the chances of them being noticed would be lower if they stayed in a ran down house.
He grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text to Stiles to let him know he was heading in. "What am I going to do with this kid?" he asked himself, shaking his head as he started to walk towards the vamp nest.
Once he reached the front door he pulled his Machete out of his jacket. The vamps already knew he was there; they probably smelt him awhile ago but were just waiting for him to make the first move. He pushed the unlocked door open with one swift movement and instantly made eye contact with one of the guards Stiles had mentioned. He smiled at the vamp - a woman who looked like she was turned in her young twenties - and took a step forward into the house. She was in front of him before he could even get near her but he had hunted way too many vampires to be surprised by their speed. He swung the machete straight at the neck of the female vampire and it cut her head right off. It didn't take long before the other vampire appeared in front of him as well - a male this time - and he swung the machete right away on reflex. He glanced at the two heads once before moving as fast as he could towards where he was hoping the kitchen would be.
He let out a sigh of relief when he spotted an old fridge in one of the door ways. He slipped into the room and spotted Stiles right away. The kid was sitting on an old wooden chair that looked like it would fall apart any second causing him to tumble onto the ground. He raised an eyebrow when Stiles looked over at him and motioned for the kid to get up and follow him so they could take care of the vamps and get out.
"Two down, three more to go." he informed Stiles as the two of them walked out of the kitchen. He gave the kid a pat on the back as they headed towards the other three vamps. He was glad the idiot was okay; he wasn't sure what he would have done if Stiles had gotten hurt or killed while he was in the house by himself.