No no no no no! That was the first thought that ran through Dean's head as he regained consciousness. As he got a good look at his surroundings, he knew he was in some deep shit.
It was dark, and it felt both burning and frigid. It seemed as though he was trapped in a small room, due to the slight flashes coming off the walls from whatever light was nearby. There was absolutely no way of exciting the area, and there was no clear source of the light. And someone was standing in the corner.
Instinctively, Dean reached for the gun he kept tucked in his belt, but his hand came back empty. His gun was gun.
"Reaching for a gun, Dean? Couldn't even bother with a 'hello'? Well, that just breaks my heart a little."
Dean's heart almost stopped. That voice... He looked at the walls again. The reason there were flashes coming from the walls now became clear. It wasn't his eyes playing tricks on him. The walls were covered in bars. Steel, metal bars, circling around him. Almost like a cage.
A cage...
The figure began to walk out from the shadowed corner of the room. As he stepped out into the dim light, Dean began to swear under his breath. He knew who this was.
"Now Dean, I've wanted to speak with you for a very long time now." A smug grin crossed the figure's face.
Looking directly into the figure's eyes, Dean froze on the spot. A chill went down his spine, and an overwhelming feeling of dread washed over him.
"Lucifer."
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