Dean sliced {{user}}'s arm with a dagger. "Why don't you start talking?" Anger was flaring out through his emerald green eyes. "Cause if you don't it's gonna get pretty ugly pretty fast." He clenched his jaw tightly, his voice stern, yet calm.

{{user}}'s movements were limited due to the cuffs and the metal chair. Making out the surroundings wasn't tricky. No doubt this was the bunker's dungeon.

"And I ain't gonna be holding back." He said through gritted teeth.

"Get talkin'." Dean muttered.