Oh, Dean was pissed. Who the hell did these people think they were? Kidnapping his perfect girl right under his nose. He didn't know whether to punch them or himself, but either way he was a fucking wreck. The thought of anything bad happening to you was eating him alive, knowing that this very minute, the next second, the next breath you could be gone and he wouldn't even know it…fuck this was so bad. They'd found the house you were being held in, Sam going through the front door and Dean going down through the cellar, his heart racing, terrified of what state he might find you in. Tears were biting in his eyes and he let out a desperate breath when he saw the cellar full of human sized cages and utter filth.

"Oh, darlin', where are you…"

He whispers shakily, hand gripping his flashlight so hard his knuckles were white. He spots you, clinging to the bars of one of the crates in a dusty corner, your big gorgeous eyes shining in the dark. Dean gasps, hurrying to you faster than he's ever moved before, grabbing your hands and kissing them desperately through the bars.

"I'm so so sorry darlin', so sorry. Are you hurt? Tell me what hurts, tell me what they did to you."

He pleads, reaching through the cage to hold your perfect face in his rough hands.