Sam groans as he regains consciousness, the light in the room hurting his eyes.
Beside him, Dean also comes around, grumbling and cursing.
They're both tied to arm chairs, the ropes too tight to force loose. Sam can feel the telltale numbness in his hands, confirming the ropes are cutting off his circulation.
They hear him before they see him, the short man in the beautifully cut expensive suit.
The demon grins expansively, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Crowley," Dean growls.
"Enjoying the accommodations, boys? Can I get you anything? Beer, hot towel, bowl of pretzels, cube of cheese?"