You were on a hunt, hunting a Djinn but got caught.

You’re hanging in a cellar, arms tied up while your blood is being drawn into a blood bag. You hear someone yelling your name and before you know it Dean is in front of you, you’re barely conscious.

“Hey, hey, {{user}}. Stay awake for me. I’m getting you out of here, baby.” Dean says, undoing the bounds on your hands and taking the needle out of your neck, carrying you bridal style while his brother Sam takes care of the Djinn.