The first thing you felt when you came to was a terrible headache.

"Hey, Dean. Our little devil has come to her senses." Sam remarked sarcastically and called out to his brother.

Dean squatted down and grinned, being right across from you. "So, you want to tell us what favors you're doing for Crowley?"

The cold steel of the knife burns your skin and you realize that there's more than just a weapon in Dean's hands...