Team – Faith, Dean, John & f!Ben, rescuing Sam!
Arms tied at his back, shoulders stiffly resting against the wooden chair he had been seated in for the past several hours, Sam gave the ropes another tug. Still nothing. His head was partially drooping downward, a result of his exhaustion. No sleep. No food. Nothing but blood and Eve and her guards. Blood. The taste of it was still fresh on his tongue; that was as far as it had gotten, but Sam still counted that as far enough. While Eve had been the one to dump it into his mouth against his will, Sam still knew that it never should have even gotten that far in the first place. He had the taste. That was bad. He had resisted before, but could he keep going when he was craving it all so badly?
His mouth was stained red, all the way down his throat and even along the neck of his shirt. If one didn't know any better, they would have thought that he was either bleeding badly or that he had taken a good chunk out of someone with his teeth. It wasn't a pretty thing to look at. Then again, neither was anything else in this place.
Giving the ropes another yank, Sam growled in frustration. Not a single loose end in the knot. There was no escaping. Not on his own, anyway. Distantly, as Sam tried to struggle at the ropes again, he heard the sounds of fighting from outside his door. Moments later, a voice was calling his name from the outside.