Dean was almost asleep when he heard the rustle of branches, grass, and the bushes near him. He didn't have a weapon, and he couldn't run, not in this state. He started to get that feeling, the imminent one, where he knew he must be done for.

Though he tried to move, he couldn't. His legs were sore and weak, as was the rest of his body. It took all his strength to stand up, "A-alright ya monster. Come get me."