"Will do, Bobby." Sam replied, glancing over at Dean as he patched up Evie's arm. He knew it had to hurt despite her putting on a brave face. He and Dean both dealt with bites so he understood her pain. She was tough, he'd give her that, but she was also just a kid. A kid who shouldn't be exposed to the supernatural or hunting life.

"What's there to know? I'm a Van Helsing; a descendant of one of the greatest hunters in history." She replied before hissing at the sting of alcohol cleaning her wound. "My parents died when I was four and I've been in hiding ever since. I learned about my lineage when I was ten and been training for four years to live up to the family name."