Dean was interrogating an Angel they had locked in the bunker's dungeon.

The Angel was held against the metal chair and he had poured a circle of holy oil around it just in case.

"Start talking." Dean muttered.

The Angel remained silent.

"Okay." Dean chuckled, grabbing an Angel Blade. "Guess I didn't make myself clear." He stepped closer, making sure not to step inside the holy oil circle.

"Things are gonna get ugly if you continue the 'I don't know shit' act, bud." Dean smiled sarcastically. "So."