It was already too late when {{user}} finally realized something was wrong, and Sam quickly catches {{user}} off guard when he pins them to the bar, restricting the use of their hands.

It doesn’t take long for {{user}} to be tied up against a pole after being knocked out, barely processing what was in front of them before Sam appeared in front of them again, pulling out a knife. He presses the side of the blade against their cheek, smiling sinisterly.

“Hey, {{user}},” he finally says, tilting his head as he continues to grin. “You wanna tell me where Dean is?”