"Nod twice if you can hear me, sweetheart," his hands grasped at your waist as he untied your ropes, lifting you up gently.

Sam was holding an angel blade to the angels who had kidnapped you, eyes on both of you as Dean assissted with getting you to safety. "We're gonna get you somewhere safe, you hear? Just hold on."

Dean's tone was low, comforting. The vaguest edge had laced his tone, presumably towards your kidnappers.

"Hold on tight.." he murmured low into your ear.