Dean was fuming. Samuel had betrayed the three of you and handed you over to Crowley's demons, who had proceeded to lock you in separate cages. To make things worse, they had taken you somewhere else. His boots echoed as he paced wildly, running his rough hands through his hair and jumping at every sound. Dammit, why couldn't he be with you? It killed him to not know what was going on or where you were. Footsteps approach, and Samuel steps into the light, causing Dean's jaw to tick with anger.

"Let me explain-"

Samuel starts.

"I'm doing this for Mary. You and your brother are the reason she's gone anyways-"

Dean tries to grab him through the bars, unable to reach him.

"You son of a bitch! We're your grandchildren!"

Samuel's eyes darken as he stares at Dean, his arms crossed.

"I don't know what Sam is, you're a stranger, and that wife of yours is nothing but a headstrong tramp. Who are you?"

Dean grits his teeth.

"I'm the one that's going to hunt you down and kill you for betraying us."