A cry of pain leaves Dean when Lucifer's fist connects with his face. His head jerks sharply to the right and he is so stunned that he is unable to stop the archangel from starting to actually drag him down the hallway. He is unable to get his feet under him, being pulled with purpose and trying desperately to get Lucifer's hand off his collar.

He has bruises on his legs and hips from the dragging, his face is bruised, left eye already swelling slightly but he's at least somewhat sure that he isn't bleeding yet. At least on the outside. His cheek was cut inside his mouth, he could taste the blood though it didn't seem to be that bad...yet.

He gave a grunt and tried to curl in on himself when Lucifer dropped him on the floor inside of a room he hadn't really had a chance to look at yet. He heard the door shut but before he could even shit his body to get a glimpse of where he was a booted foot collided with his side pushing all air from his lungs in a harsh gasp. It took a moment or two for him to be able to get a breath in and the pain it brought with it made stars dance in his eyes. He was pretty sure a rib or two was at least cracked after that.

In spite of the pain in his body, his spirit was still intact and his resolve to endure was still strong. While he threat of harm to Sam would normally still his fight, Dean knew that with both of them it would be harder for the devil to win...especially with Cas on the inside.

"Go back to hell you fucktard." Dean hissed up at him from his position on the floor.