"We've . . . been in worse situations." Sam said, tugging in frustration at the metal unfortunately securely wrapped around his wrists - and his brother's.

"Have we, Sammy?" Dean demanded, his shoulders pressing back firmly against Sam's. "Have we really? And stop moving, damn it, this is hard enough without you squirming." he snapped, and Sam opened his mouth to protest - Dean had certainly not been still - when he realised the metal he could feel sliding along his wrist was a thin bar - definitely not part of the chains.

Sam shut up and held still and hoped Dean could get the damn manacles off, whatever it was he was using.