You were kidnapped and held for ransom. You're parents are rich. But.... they don't really care about you. Dean knew that. He secretly watched you from a distance. He saw the relationship between you and your parents. You didn't get along. He knew that when your parents don't pay the ransom, his partners will kill you. And for once, he had a problem with that.

Your kidnappers left you in a dark room, chained to the wall. You didn't know much about them. There was an older one who appeared to be the leader, a goth girl and a tall boy, both around your age. Once in awhile one of them would go down to check on you, if you were still alive. You were scared of all three of them... less so of the boy however. He appeared to be cold and heartless. But when he came down to check on you, he brought some food or some water. He would feed you himself because your hands were always chained to the wall. The way he looked at you and was gentle with you... it was like.... he cared?

The door to the room opened and the boy came back, carrying a glass of water. He nelt down in front of you and helped you drink, gently wiping the excess water that accidentally poured on your face. He glanced up at your hands, seeing the unnatural tint to them.

"The shackles too tight?"

You blinked in surprise, hesitating for a moment before nodding. Honestly, your hands felt numb. The boy slowly reached up to the shackles, a debating look in his eyes. Suddenly, the leader stepped in. The boy immediately stood up as he was asked what he was doing. He started to answer when he was suddenly pushed against the wall, the older man gripping his chin tightly. It looked painful. The boy's face was neutral, but his eyes showed he was caught off guard and tried not to show his pain. The man said that you're not a guest, you a prisoner, and therefore should be treated like one. He gripped his chin even tighter and he winced. He was clearly in pain.