The sting is nearly enough to put Dean back under, even the light touches like licks of fire to already inflamed skin. He barks in pain when Mike's arm slings suddenly around him, but he can't help leaning into it, his vision swimming and head rolled back to watch Mike's fingers at the cuffs.

"Holy shit," he whispers and, despite the ripple of agony, manages a short, incredulous laugh. He thinks he's probably felt worse while topside, felt bones break, been shredded by claws through to his organs, but this hurt, this endless, blanket of pain that covers every inch of him..."You fucking - weren't kidding."