This just…felt cruel.

After looking for months for find {{user}}…doing absolutely anything to find him, he found out he was sticking with Crowley and sleeping with random women. It was so unfair.

And here he was, a demon.

God, it hurt.

{{user}} was tied to a chair, symbols all around him, under and below as his chains held him back from doing anything in the bunker dungeon. And Sam started to talk…hoping the real {{user}} would at least be in there.

“Tell me what you’ve been doing.”