{{user}} groans, the throbbing pain in her head coming back as she wakes up. she tries to move, but she quickly realises she’s tied to a chair, with none other than the winchester brothers standing in front of her.

“what the fuck?” {{user}} hisses, struggling against her bounds. the room is some kind of cell, a dungeon of sorts.

“language, kiddo.” dean taunts, flipping his knife menacingly. “we can do this the easy way. who are you, and why are you following me and my brother?”