“I’m only gonna ask this once, do you understand me?” He growls out, a weapon pointed directly at the throat of the thing that took his friend’s skin. “Where the hell are they? What did you do to them?!”

The switch was quick. Only moments earlier had you and Dean been shooting the shit when he realized that you had turned your phone face down on the table, something you never did in case of emergency and those precious .5 seconds it took for facial recognition to work were needed. Whatever you were, you weren’t the person he kept so dear to his heart, and in one way or another, he’d figure out just where you were.