Dean groaned as he slowly came to on a hard surface for the second freaking day in a row. Ooo...a floor this time around. This was just getting ridiculous. His back and head hurt like a bitch, leading him to believe whatever had dropped him here hadn't been gentle about it.
He very slowly tried to stand up and noticed he had acuff on his wrist and ankle, awesome....thought could in nno way be bad. How the hell could things get worse after yesterday? Looking around he saw that he wasn't alone in Jigsaw's fucking hellhouse. The weird alien chick Rose and other Sam were here....so where was his Sam? On the plus side he wasn't chained up next to him, but what if he was somewhere worse? At least John was here, he seemed ok from what he'd seen yesterday.
He crawled into a sitting position and spotted the pick axes in the corner, "that won't end fun." Dean gave John a weak smile, "hey, sleep well?"