A figure stepped slow confident steps towards Dean with a smile.

Dean clenched his jaw, struggling against the leather cuffs, binding him to the cold and hard metal chair.

He didn't remember how he got here. One second he was having a beer in a motel, and the next he was knocked out and brought wherever this place was.

The dim lighting of the room was enough for Dean to see the outline of his captor's face. A face he recognized almost immediately.

"If you wanted to cuff me, you should've just asked." Dean scoffed. The cocky narcissist act was his best defense at the moment since the cuffs were too tight for him to break free.

Dean knew he was screwed.

"This is a new low, even for you." He scoffed, shaking his head.