Dean had barely started walking back from the club, and was already cursing leaving the impala with Sam. It was a whole seven blocks or so back to the motel and all because he'd left his stupid phone behind along with the only credit card that still actually worked. Now that all his cash had gone, he had no choice but to head back.
He should have been holed up in another motel - or hey, his car - with a hot chick by now. But no...
He took a detour through an illuminated alley which would cut off one extra block's worth of walking. There was a delivery van up the other end probably doing the nightly rounds, and some whitegoods off to the right.
He headed down the whitegoods side as he saw the workers walking around the truck. One guy had a cap on, but the other had stayed in the shadows.
"Hey," the kid greeted.
Dean just nodded to him in recognition, before stopping suddenly at the sight of his face.
"Hey. I know you," he frowned.
"No, you don't," the kid insisted, but with a smirk.
Dean's frown deepened as a tremor of recognition flitted across his eyes. But before he could register it he was suddenly thrown backwards, hitting the pile of refrigerators. He managed to land in one, with an arm hanging out, when he felt an invisbile force thrusting the arm in with him and the door snapped closed.
"What the?" he breathed, eyes darting furiously.
He pushed on the door even though his head was telling him it was physically impossible to open, and was annoyed nonetheless when the outcome was exactly that.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" he yelled, wondering if he could even be heard.
And suddenly the fridge started moving. Grabbing at nothing he tried to steady himself as he felt it tilt onto a trolley and as he guessed be loaded into the back of the truck he'd seen earlier. Once it came to standstill, he felt for the edge of the door and tried to dig his fingers into the seals to get the door open. But his fingers were too big and the seal was too tight, and he didn't have anything with him besides his wallet and a gun.
He wasn't sure of the time, but it felt like forever before he was moved again. Roughly unloaded from the trunk, and tilted onto another trolley. The ride was a bumpy one for the following few minutes, before he suddenly hit one side as the fridge was tilted sideways and dropped.
He panicked at first thinking they were dropping him from a great height, before he heard the sound of trickling water.
Apparently the seals weren't as tight as once thought.
"Oh no," he breathed, not sure if he wanted out or not now.
Figuring he'd been dropped into some sort of well or maybe a lake, his mind started racing faster knowing that his likelyhood of getting out of this situation was probably about as good as the last time he nearly met a watery end.
Only Castiel had been there. And who knew if he wasn't out fighting his own battle tonight?
The water was up to his ankles in minutes, and for a fleeting moment Dean wondered if the water pressure on the inside would help to push the door open. He tried when the water got up to his calves, but still no luck.
"CASTIEL?!" he yelled, almost deafening himself with the loud echo.