Dean stepped around the grass and headstones, flowers and cards left at graves. He looked about, wondering what he would find. He heard of vampires lucking in them, other things but not what he was used to hurting.
So when Dean heard a voice, male, he turned his head in that direction. Who the hell else was out there? He waited a moment then heard it again. Yes, that was someone calling out. He hoped no one else was out there.
He started running over when he saw the young man and something running up behind him. Dean pulled out his sawed off shot gun before shouting, "Duck!" and just as he yelled it,t he rock salt round flew from the barrel as a screech echoed in the air.