"Well, that didn't take as much time as I was expecting Deano."
Gabriel had definitely entered the room. It almost reeked of his ego leaking into the room and seeping into the bare walls. Dean didn't turn to face him, knowing a turned back would probably piss him off more then anything else he could possibly do. He tried to distract his eyes from Cas and Sam as they hung like bats, swinging a little as they struggled. Dean looked around the room best he could without turning around. As far as he could tell, there was no door. There didn't have to be one, Gabriel could pop in and out as he pleased. He did however, notice a few video cameras stationed in the corners of the room, which meant he'd be leaving soon. He had no reason to stay, he'd watch whatever was about to unfold from a comfy chair somewhere out of sight. Out of reach as well. Damn it.
Dean slowly turned to face Gabriel now, he'd figure out how to make him suffer after that. "What is this? You little shit."
Gabriel chuckled, probably trying to keep a firm hold on the situation and not letting Dean know just how much he was actually intimidated, "I've set up another little idiot box. This time, it's a test just for you Dean. Sam had his already. Your turn." Gabriel pointed to one of the cameras and continued, "These guys are gonna be my eyes and ears, I'll be watching every move you make while you're playing my little game."
"What's the game?"
"Cassie or Sam?"
Dean glared at Gabriel, "What?"
"If you only could have one, which would it be?"
Dean was growing furious. What was this? Another sick test of Gabriel's. Another pointless and angering challenge that only made his rage for the little bastard ten times stronger then it had been before. Using Cas and Sammy as leverage, what a dirty trick. Dean didn't want to acknowledge him, let alone pick one of the two guys behind him. It's the worst situation you could possibly be in. He would not give this dick head anything.
Gabriel only smirked, "I figured as much, you can't pick one can you?"
More anger.
"Calm down Deano, I'm helping you out here."
"Oh really?" Dean's tone was bubbling and hot, it stung his own tongue as he spat at Gabe, "I can't possibly see how doing this is helping me you dick."
Another chuckle, "You'll see eventually. For now, let the games begin!"
Dean lunged forward, attempting to tackle the son of a bitch, but not before Gabriel snapped his fingers. Gabriel was gone, and Dean was lying on the cold cement, nothing but anger in his eyes. Anger and fear, anger for Gabriel, and fear for the ones he loved hanging helplessly behind him.