During the time it took for him to quickly cross the room to his brother, Dean managed to take in his surroundings. Looked like Sam had picked up his own little band of lost ducklings...ooo and one of them had found a pool table. Sweet, at least now he'd have a distraction while they tried to figure out how to get out of here.
He smiled and slapped his brother on the back, "so I guess my hopes for a daring rescue mission just went to shit. Any idea what put us here?" Looks around noticing the cameras, "besides some weird scientist who has a fetish for kidnapping people and watching them play foosball."
Looks over his brother and noticed the new accessory, "and what's with the cast? You spazz out and fall off the gurney?"