Castiel was annoyed, Dean had not answered his cell at all It wasn’t like Dean to ignore him like this… well, not normally, he and Dean had fought right before Cas had left after all and Dean was petty enough to refuse to answer. This didn’t seam like that though, so when he walked into Dean’s house to find it trashed, he knew something had happened. He had been tracking Dean down for the last solid day. It was times like this that he hated the enochian protections he’d carved into Dean and Sam’s ribs. It was such an annoyance at times, it really was. Normally he’d just track their cellphone when the calls connected, or he’d hone in when Dean called to him but Dean had done neither.<br/><br/>Not until now.<br/><br/>Cas was careful as he flew to Dean’s side and looked around the nasty, dingy space he found himself in. Dean was chained up, Cas wished he could say that was a surprise. The I.V. Drip was a new trick and explained why Dean hadn’t called out to him until now. The saline bag that was slowly dripping into Dean’s arm was empty and looked like it had been for a while. Drugged, no doubt. The other I.V. was slowly dripping into a bucket and it was somewhat full as well. Dean had lost a lot of blood. Worse, Dean’s girlfriend was also drugged and bleeding out. Unlike Dean, her saline bag was full and her bucket was fuller.<br/><br/>“Dean.” Cas ordered, smacking Dean’s cheek carefully as he used his Grace to heal the other and carefully unlock the chains. “Dean wake up.” once he was sure Dean was coming to, he left the other on the floor to recover his wits while he healed and released Cassie. He was quite a bit gentler with her, for her human status… of course.