Dean finally managed to capture {{user}}. It's been tricky, give {{user}}'s supernatural powers but he got it done. He had help though. Sam and Cas were a big part of it.

For now, Dean didn't know how exactly to kill {{user}}. Sam and Cas were doing their research on that part while Dean tried taking as much information as he could from his prisoner.

Dean's heavy footsteps cut through the still silence of the dimly lit room. {{user}} was chained to the floor by the wrists, cuts and bruises all over. The hunter could read the hatred all over every little detail on {{user}}'s face. Every flinch. Every glare.

Dean took a seat on a chair. "Still not gonna talk, huh?" He raised his eyebrows.

{{user}} didn't say anything.

"I know that look." Dean leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Your puppy eyes ain't gonna get you on my soft side. I don't trust that damn thing coming from you, let alone that look."

"Hell, I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days but doesn't die." He scoffed.