When Dean wakes up it's to an ache that runs through his whole body, like he's been asleep for years and his body's just been sitting there, unused. Which, it kind of was, sort of, actually. But whatever. Blinking open his eyes he takes in the crackled, yellowed ceiling above him, then the to the curtained windows as he turns his head. A motel. He's in a motel? The fuck is he doing in a motel?
Dean tries to sit up but when he does he's jerked back, pulling his arm and making him wince. Looking back he sees his wrist cuffed to the headboard of the bed. "Mother fucker," he mutters, then scoots back so he doesn't pull his damn arm out of socket as he tries to undo the cuffs to free his arm. It's taking way longer than it should, hands and fingers not working like they're supposed to, he still feels a little sluggish from just waking up.
He's not thinking about it. Nope, nope, nope. He knows where he's been for the last... god knows how long, what he's been doing, been forced to do but he doesn't know how he got here or where he is. He wonders if it's another trick, if he fucked up somehow and they tossed him back onto the rack. He's been careful to do what they wanted, what he was supposed to do. It was how he got into the ring in the first place.
But now he's here in this motel that he has no idea how he got to, tied to the frigging bed.
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Date: 2013-04-06 10:48 pm (UTC)Dean tries to sit up but when he does he's jerked back, pulling his arm and making him wince. Looking back he sees his wrist cuffed to the headboard of the bed. "Mother fucker," he mutters, then scoots back so he doesn't pull his damn arm out of socket as he tries to undo the cuffs to free his arm. It's taking way longer than it should, hands and fingers not working like they're supposed to, he still feels a little sluggish from just waking up.
He's not thinking about it. Nope, nope, nope. He knows where he's been for the last... god knows how long, what he's been doing, been forced to do but he doesn't know how he got here or where he is. He wonders if it's another trick, if he fucked up somehow and they tossed him back onto the rack. He's been careful to do what they wanted, what he was supposed to do. It was how he got into the ring in the first place.
But now he's here in this motel that he has no idea how he got to, tied to the frigging bed.