Dean got up and stretched languidly.
Feigning unconsciousness all the way really wasn't easy.
He actually hadn't noticed any problems with the beer Jimmy had offered him yesterday. He'd sent it straight into Subspace the moment it touched his lips, and his collapse was just a pretense to probe the situation.
Turns out that guy really was trouble.
Around three or four in the morning, someone had come in, dragged him away, disguised him as an injured person, cleared out his tent and belongings, and sent him directly to the bottom of the mountain by helicopter, then transported him by car...
Throughout the entire transportation process, Dean was restrained.
If it weren't for his clear consciousness and the safety net of Subspace, he really wouldn't have dared to take such a risk.
He moved his hands and feet slightly.
Dean knocked on the cement wall of the adjacent cell. "Hey, crybaby, can you hear me?"
