A/N: I wrote this with Winnie Breccan ( u/4088679/Winnie-Breccan) so this was a partnering we did on Tumblr :3 Follow us! i-am-mishafuckingcollins & eggsbenedict-cumbersloth

Dean was sweating and trying his hardest to cut through the tightly wound ribbon covering his torso and legs. He couldn't manage to get out. He was trapped.

I am Dean fucking Winchester, I have died over 200 times and saved the world, twice. I can get out of a fucking kidnapping.

So the righteous man tried untangling himself from the silky bindings only to find they tied him up good. He has been in some kinky situations before but ribbon?

It was just then he heard a muffled yelp of joy and feet shuffling outside the door.

And it was just then Dean actually looked around and observed his surroundings.

What did he say… You observe but you don't deduce…

Dean saw the posters, and the clothes. Clothes?

He was tied up, with red ribbon, in some teenage girls closet. And it was just then the door flung open to two astounded teenagers.

Talk about coming out of the closet.

Dean was sweating and trying his hardest to cut through the tightly wound ribbon covering his torso and legs. He couldn't manage to get out. He was trapped.

I am Dean fucking Winchester, I have died over 200 times and saved the world,twice. I can get out of a fucking kidnapping.

So the…

The girls stared at hunter, whom was tied up in red ribbon. They seemed to be in a state of confusion as well.

Cas, I kinda need some help here….

Sam sat on the bed with his laptop in the cheap motel room the were staying in. Dean said he was going to investigate some signs of a haunting in a neighborhood only twenty minutes away; but that was three hours ago. He didn't really know what they were looking for yet, but decided to keep researching the local history.

It's been three hours…at least he has the impala with him…

His focus was interrupted and he was caught off guard by the always unannounced arriving of Castiel.

'…Where's Dean? He prayed to me…'

Sam just stayed still for a moment. He was glaring at his boots and couldn't bring himself to look at the angel.

'I-'

'Gentlemen!' A figure burst through the motel room and three figures bustled through.

'Shabby place, usually what the boys do… I guess it'll do… John?' The tallest asked, gesturing to the shorter man beside him.

'Well it's tidier than our flat…'

Castiel shifted from in front of the hunter to beside him as Sam stood up, towering over the rest of them. Sam took his giant hand and rubbed it over his giant face because, well, Sam was a giant.

The one named John stood over by the beds, shuffling through the mess of papers while the taller one was going through the tables on the desk.

'It's a wendigo…'

'What?' Sam asked, while the one who came unannounced and bursts through doors like Henry, was just running around the whole place. Looking at things here and messing with this…

'You're hunting a wendigo, it's obvious.'

'Sherlock stop being a show-off' John mumbled from the bedside.

'Gentlemen please, that's not why we're here.' The Doctor seriously proclaimed.

'Why then have you brought us here?' John asked shuffling to Sherlock's side.

'Dean has been kidnapped.' Castiel finally figured out.

The Doctor smiled and ran in to the TARDIS, leaving everyone dead still. Until, that is, he popped back in to the doorway with a gleaming smile on his face.

'Come along, then!'