AN: Um, so, I really like this, and I may very well turn this into an actual fic after I finish GMTB chapter 3.
Dean hung limply in the center of the room, blood tripping down his body to the floor, the plip plop a steady beat.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, running to him without hesitation.
Dean forced his swollen eyes open and grinned weakly when he saw Sam, his teeth red with his own blood.
"She wanted to punish me," he whispered as Sam worked on the chains holding him suspended by the wrists.
"For what?"
"Killing her sister."
"But I did that."
"'S not what I told her."
Sam's heart clenched painfully. "Let's get you outta here," he said, guilt tinting his voice.