"You give her back right now or I swear, you sonofab-"

Agent Henrikson shoves Dean into his cell with Sam and locks it with a smirk.

"No. She'll be with me for questioning until one of you cracks."

His hands hold tightly onto your cuffed wrists, pushing the metal into your soft skin. Dean growls, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Don't you touch a hair on her head!"

Agent Henrikson grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs it, looking dead into Dean's eyes.

"You're on thin ice, Winchester. Be thankful I'm not taking her out back and shooting her."

Dean's eyes flash, his hands gripping at the cell bars. He looks about to snap, but luckily for him, the power goes out in the county jail due to the coming swarm of demons. Agent Henrikson curses and throws you into the cell with Sam and Dean before running off to see what was going on. Dean is upon you within seconds, picking you up and retreating to a corner in the cell while Sam pours salt everywhere he can.

"I love you."

He whispers into your hair, a paperclip he had unfolded earlier poking at your handcuffs. Kisses pepper your hair and upper neck while he unscrews them.

"Never letting you go again."