"this is your fault." Dean grumbles, sighing after yet another attempt to free himself from the ropes that bind his and Sam's bodies to each chair, the two of them with their backs to each other.

"my fault? you were the one who was reckless." Sam snorts, which makes Dean roll his eyes, "I wasn't reckless, okay? I saved your life." he retorts giving Sam a shoulder shove. "you literally threw a pan in my face, Dean." Sam groans. Dean shoots him a look. "well, it was that pan that saved us both from that thing."

Sam was about to respond with another answer but they both froze when they heard the apartment door unlocking. "does anyone live here?" Dean mutters, which makes Sam look at him incredulously. "you broke into the apartment without knowing if anyone lived here!?" he exclaims in a whisper, making Dean sigh again, "I- I was in a hurry, okay!?" he grumbles, just in time the person, the owner of the apartment appears.

Dean and Sam's eyes widen when they see that the owner of the damn apartment - now in ruins - is {{user}}. "{{user}}!?" they both exclaim in surprise.