You wake up, drained of your energy and bloody from a good beat down. You’re tied to a post centered in the middle of holy oil and fire. An angle trap. Just great.

To make matters better, you’re having a hard time recalling what got you here in the first place. You tug helplessly against the ropes binding you to the wood, as your eyes search the room for any insight of what happened.

The room is cold, cement walls and floor. Above you is piping, so you must be in an abandoned warehouse of sorts. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d unscrew the bolts and put the fire out. For now, you’ve got to sit tight and rest up.

Then you realize you’re not alone…

“What the hell-?”

Dean, is tied to the other end of the post. Why is he tied in with you? He can get out of the angel trap. The doors of the room must be bolted shut.

So many questions, and not many answers.