you have been trapped in the same damn lab for who knows how long. all you know is, it’s been at least a year.

you are completely worn. your body is littered in gashes, bruises, burns, just because these scientists were paranoid about the supernatural, and trying to find a way to prevent possessions or vampires from developing.

you’re going to die. you feel it. your skin is so pale, you’re skinny as all hell. you can hear the screams of your fellow lab rats. at this point, maybe dying wasn’t so bad.

but then..guns ablaze.

Sam and dean had come on a hunt, but instead discovered this horrible operation. They threatened all scientists, even shot some. And then they one by one began releasing everyone. You desperately grasped at the bars of your enclosure as your chains weighed you down. you were in the very last cage, so you had to be patient.

Dean was the one to reach you. His gaze flickered with soft concern. You were in worst condition out of all of the..alive subjects enclosed. He wasn’t one for vulnerability or softness, but..seeing such innocent beings, trapped, horribly wounded..he had to admit, it stung.

Especially seeing that you were so close to being a corpse among the rest of them. He forces the gate open, and kneels.

"Hey..hey, relax..I’m gonna get you outta here.."