Dean blinked his eyes as he started to wake, feeling the after effects of the drug kick in and make his head ring like church bells. His hands scratched over a cold concrete floor, it wasn't until he'd fully sat up that he heard the first muffled cry for help.
Castiel was hanging upside down from what he assumed to be angel proof bindings. The chains almost glowed as Cas struggled against them. Dean immediately rushed over to him, tugging vainly at the chains and settling for de-gagging him. "What the hell is going on Cas?"
Cas took a few breaths and tried to remain calm. "I don't know, but I'm not the only one here Dean."
When Dean turned to the direction Cas gestured toward he saw Sammy. Hanging upside down in a similar predicament. Dean pulled the gag off his brother violently, steadily becoming dangerously irritated. This whole thing reeked powerful, but angel binding seemed only possible for another angel. Since most angels didn't have as imaginative minds as the ones that seemed to be behind this, Dean assumed this was the trickster's doing. A.k.a. Gabriel.
That guy was just asking, no, begging for an ass whooping.
