Sam and Dean were hunting a demon. Little did they know it wasn't just a demon. It was demons. The hell spawns had the element of surprise and thus they managed to kick the brothers' asses. Both literally and figuratively.

"I don't like saying "I told you so, but--" Sam muttered but was cut short by his older brother.

"Like hell you don't. It's your favorite phrase." Dean scoffed, struggling against the cuffs.

"Those are some good cuffs." Sam pointed out.

"At least we have quality." Dean huffed sarcastically.

"Snark isn't gonna get us out of here!" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Start thinking with your upstairs brain and find us a way out then, Einstein." Dean gave up pulling on the cuffs. They weren't budging.