A howl sounded nearby and Dean jerked back into consciousness, a groan escaping him at the brutal pull on his back and shoulders.
Forcing open his gummy eyes, he saw that he was hanging from the ceiling of a dark, humid cave, toes dangling just above the floor. Haley hung beside him, head sunk onto her chest. He couldn't tell if she were breathing.
The air was fetid, reeking with the cloying scent of rotting flesh and blood. Nausea took him and he vomited, the sudden movement sending a spasm of pain through him, and pitching him back into darkness.