Seeing the knife, Dean instantly tenses, then scrambles back against the headboard and wildly looks around for something to use as a weapon to defend himself. He falters a little when the cuff was simply cut away, the man pulling his arm quickly back, shaking it out and rotating his shoulder a little. He was quiet for a long moment, gaze hard and cautious.
"Earth," he says slowly because clearly he doesn't believe this guy. Nor trust him. How was he to know this wasn't one of their little games they were playing with him? That happened often on the rack, a wonderful way of torture. "I'm on frigging Earth? Are you shitting me? What the fuck do you mean I'm on Earth? How does that even happen? Because it doesn't."
Despite his misgivings, Dean takes the proffered bottle because holy fuck he needs a drink right now. He can't be on Earth. This has gotta be some kind of sick joke or torture device. "How the hell did I get out? Cuz last I checked, pal, there was no escaping Hell."
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Date: 2013-04-07 12:01 am (UTC)"Earth," he says slowly because clearly he doesn't believe this guy. Nor trust him. How was he to know this wasn't one of their little games they were playing with him? That happened often on the rack, a wonderful way of torture. "I'm on frigging Earth? Are you shitting me? What the fuck do you mean I'm on Earth? How does that even happen? Because it doesn't."
Despite his misgivings, Dean takes the proffered bottle because holy fuck he needs a drink right now. He can't be on Earth. This has gotta be some kind of sick joke or torture device. "How the hell did I get out? Cuz last I checked, pal, there was no escaping Hell."