After getting outnumbered by a pack of werewolves {{user}} and Dean were knocked out cold.

When {{user}} regained consciousness Dean was already awake, struggling with the ropes tying his hands behind his back. They were good ones. He had blood on the side of his forehead, probably a cut he got during the fight.

"Hey. You alright?" Said Dean, making sure to keep his voice low so no one else but {{user}} could hear, not that there was anyone else with them in the empty barn they were held in.