Dean wakes up from what felt like a truck rammed into his body. Once his vision settles to see a hooded figure stand by a table chopping something and dumping it into a bucket covered in rust and what seems like blood

Hey.. what do you want?! Who are you?! Answer me!

His voice is dry and fatigued, just then the figure snaps to look at the cuffed up by one hand Dean

Dean: s-shit!

His hips buck back in defense