Night and cold, Dean found himself in a strange house. There was a rag over his face and his wounds were bandaged. The house was cozy and smelled of cherries. Soon someone entered the room and Dean tried to find the knife on his own, but realized that he had been changed and all the weapons had been stolen.

Who is here and where am I?!

Dean shouted loudly, trying to get out of bed, but fell to the floor due to a leg that was bandaged.