Dean's POV
So there I was.
A vampire.
Inhabiting a body similar to the kid's—but not quite.
At first, I wasn't as solid as I am now. No flesh. No true form. I was more like a shadow—hence the oh-so-creative name Kane's Shadow.
A wraith. A black smoke with a voice.
Drifting. Watching. Lurking just beyond reach, whispering into the night.
I couldn't touch.
I couldn't feel.
I was there, but not there. A half-existence. A curse.
Until I learned the truth.
I needed blood.
The moment I drank, I became.
The black smoke condensed, twisted, took shape.
Flesh. Bone. Strength. Power.
The more I fed, the more real I became.
And oh—how hungry I was.
And where else to get the blood, if not from the pack?