Dean had gone and done something stupid again.

Something he did more often than he'd like to admit.

Long story short, he'd gotten himself knocked out by the monster he and Sam had been hunting.

He awoke tied to a metal chair, deep in the processing mill, deep enough that nobody would hear anything from the outside.

The pounding in his head was quickly put aside as his eyes adjusted, recognising what was once a faint blur across the room to be another person, chained to another chair. “...Hey- you over there. Wakey wakey, sunshine.” He called out gruffly.