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Dean groaned, his ears ringed and his body was sore. He heard faint voices outside of the door. “Sammy...” He mumbled and opened his eyes, trying to lift his hand but it was tied behind him with a zip tie. “Damnit.” He struggled as the door opened. “Heh. Look who’s awake.” The male smirked. “Who are you?” Dean raised his eyebrow and stopped struggling. “An angel. But that's not important, it's good that you’re awake.” The male walked over. “Who are you working for?” Dean questioned, he wanted to know everything there was to know about this angel. “Micheal.” Dean wasn’t surprised, Micheal had probably been stalking Dean and Sam from the minute that they left the safety of the Bunker. “I’m not surprised, but why are you doing his dirty work?” Dean smirked subtly, his plan simple: Make the angel angry enough to retaliate, then grab the pocket knife from the angel's pocket. “I- He’s not making me do his dirty work.” The angel growled, grabbing Dean’s face. “You sure about that? He could be here, torturing me, but he sent his lackey to do it for him, how pathetic.” Dean spat and chuckled, the angel punches dean in the face. “You little!” The angel growled and leaned over, Dean managed to grab the pocket knife and the angel blade from the angels pocket, he uses his mouth to stab the angel. “Ah!” The angel fell over, its body exploding into white light. Dean uses the pocket knife to cut himself free, he stands and grabs the blade, throwing the pocket knife on the ground.

Dean looked around for his phone, his head ached because of the punch. Another angel entered the room and aimed a pistol at Dean. “Drop the weapon.” The angel commanded. “How about..no,” Dean smirked, the angel shot him in the leg with the pistol, Dean hissed in pain and clutched his leg. “You’re going to regret that.” Dean threw the blade at the angel, it stabbed it in the chest, the angel fell to the ground. Dean huffed. “Shit.” He breathed, limping over to the door, he pushed the door open and was met with a barren hallway. Dean uses the wall to stabilize himself as he walks down it. He hides in a corner and closes his eyes. Is anyone there? Cas, look I know I’ve been a bitch lately but I’m still trying to figure out my emotions. So, uh, could you come help me? Please. 

Dean sighed and rubbed his temple, staring down at his leg. He gets up, continuing to walk down the hall until he heard a familiar whooshing noise behind him. “Ca-” He turned to see a young teenage male. “Who are-” Dean was cut off by the angel slamming him against the wall by his throat. Dean wheezed and struggled. “You are a sly man, Dean Winchester. Your brother will be a worthy opponent.” The angel smirked as Dean gasps for air, his eyes watering. “M-Micheal.” He croaked out. “The one and only,” Micheal smirked and took out a blade, he drives into Dean's chest, causing him to yell in pain. Dean’s vision became blurry as he was stabbed repeatedly with the blade, another figure walked over. “Micheal, you can stop, the other brother is on his way.” The male said in a deep voice. Dean groaned as Micheal dropped him onto the ground, stabbing the blade into his injured leg. “Ah!” Dean clutched his leg and leaned against the wall, watching as his own blood made a pool around him, the two angels disappear as a door slammed onto the ground. “Sammy...” Dean coughed up blood as he saw his brothers tall figure bound towards him...