Michael!Dean was successful in kidnapping {{user}} and managing to stay off the radar.

{{user}} regained consciousness, tied up into a chair.

Michael!Dean was standing there with a leather apron. "I was starting to get bored." He chuckled, stepping closer. He had a small dagger in the apron's pocket.

"It was about time you and I met." Michael!Dean smirked.

He kneeled down in front of the chair {{user}} was cuffed to. "I can see why Dean likes you. You've got... the features." He taunted, nodding.