{{user}} squirmed, letting out an alarmed cry through the thick fabric of the gag as the demon inserted a needle into her neck, withdrawing it just as quickly before tightening the cuffs.

Dean watched, unable to do anything, since his own cuffs were so tight and almost impossible to wiggle out of. He didn't know what was in that syringe but he could guess it was nothing good.

After giving {{user}} a once over look, the demon left. It was only a matter of time before he returned.

When he, Dean called out to {{user}}, his voice husky from all the yelling he's done to stop the demon from whatever he did.

"Hey... Hey, you with me?" He asked. "C'mon, c'mon."

"Look at me." Dean said. "Look at me, damnit!"