you were tied up to a chair, in a dark and dingy basement. In front of you— stood Dean Winchester, who was pinning a man into the wall. The man that had kidnapped you a few weeks ago. Your best friend has been searching for you ever since.

“Touch her again and I swear to lucifer— I will blow your brains out right now. You do not touch her; do not talk to her; do not even look at her, understand?” dean threatened, pressing his knife against the man’s throat.