A/N: Hello! This is my first crossover story, so I hope I did all right! This story was inspired by a long night of Cards Against Humanity Online, with the wonderful Mishadorables, Crestfallencastiel, and Accio-idjits. They're all on tumblr, so go check them out – Thanks for inspiring me to write this, guys! :D
This is a relatively short story (seven chapters), with relatively short chapters, so I hope you enjoy it at your own pace! Thanks!
Dean jolted awake, finding himself with loosened ties around his wrists, all sore and bloodied. He was in the Dungeon of the bunker, and with no memory of how he got there.
He looked about his surroundings until his gaze fell on none other than his brother Sam, looking drowsy and beaten.
'Sam?' Dean immediately jumped from the chair he woke in, the ropes falling to the ground. He raced over to his brother, and looked at him, untying him. 'Sammy, can you hear me?' Sam drowsily lifted his head to the sound of his brother's voice.
'Dean?' he said quietly.
'Oh my god, Sam,' Dean let out a relieved breath and continued to unbind him.
'Dean… Are we in the Dungeon?' Sam said when the last rope finally fell, and he stood up to slowly see above his older brother's head. Dean nodded. 'Why? Do you remember how we got here?'
'I haven't got a damn clue,' Dean responded while looking around. 'I'd better call Cas.' And he turned around to literally call Cas.
'CAS!' He yelled to the ceiling, 'get over here, Cas, it's important!'
The two waited for a few moments, turning around again and again, hoping to see that man in the trench coat. But just as Dean was about sigh indignantly, a sort of wind suddenly came over than, followed by a deep voice.
'Hello, Dean.'
Dean's eyes lit up to hear the voice, and he gave a small grin as he turned around to face the angel. He paused for a few moments to take in the sight of him, before realizing their placement and clearing his throat.
'Hey Cas.' Cas looked over to Sam, who (quite uncomfortably) acknowledged him with a nod, before narrowing his eyes.
'Why are we in the Dungeon?'
The Winchesters simultaneously shrugged.
'Where's Crowley?' Suddenly, the brothers' expressions changed to curious, lost faces.
'Who's Crowley?'
