Sighing, Dean didn't really want to tell him his family name. But he knew that the dude would find out easily enough; the Winchesters had assimilated completely into this world, reproduced, made names for themselves. "Winchester. But you can just call me Dean." He nodded. "Thank you."
Sitting back, he nodded in agreement. "Vamps where I'm from were like how you said. Hiding out in whatever buildings they could live in, squatting mostly, rambling from town to town after draining enough people to get noticed. Natural Born Killers shit must get old. Makes sense to go your way. After a while, rambling gets old and a body just wants to put their feet up and relax, you know?" Dean did. It was what he'd done.