Back down in the depths if the bunker, Dean was scowling. His blood was virtually boiling in his veins as he tried to undo the complicated knot Sam had tied his hands in. Castiel was stood watching him from one end of the room whilst Sam sat at the table staring at his hands.
"Cas how about you stop staring and help me out here, hm?" Dean silently begged his friend to have a little human compassion and cut him loose, yet all Cas did was frown and look towards Sam.
"C'mon guys" Dean was calling across to Sam and Cas as they both tried to comprehend the events that had just happened. Castiel made his way over to Sam and sat opposite him.
"Sam. Something has to be done. This can't happen again"
"Hey if you have an idea then I'm all ears man, because right now I don't have anything" At that moment Sam's head was spinning, how could this be happening? He was always trying to understand how this was affecting Dean, but he couldn't admit that he just didn't know how to deal with it. Sam could feel any remaining sense of sanity and hope slowly slipping away from himself with each passing day.
Ignoring Dean's calls and increasing growls of annoyance, Sam closed his eyes for a moment. Was this how life would go from now on? Could he cope any longer? For now, he had no answers.