After a bit of searching, a bloodied hand latched onto Dean's forearm as the man they met earlier that day tried staying on his feet. He was a mess, covered in bite marks, deep scratches, and wounds that confirmed vampires rested here and had taken their fill with him. "E-Evie...you have...to find...Evie...k-keep her...s-safe..." He struggled to say.

"If they...find out she's...a...a...Van...Helsing...they'll kill her..." He coughed, violently hacking up blood that splattered on the floor. He looked at the brothers, knowing he didn't have much longer. "P-Promise me you'll...become her...guardians...please...promise me..."