Tittle: Not Up For Discusion
Challenge: bind
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: I was only planning on posting one drabble today...but then I get online. In short: You guys are my muse.


Sam gasped as he walked in. "Dean! What the hell happened?"

Dean struggled with the bindings. "Just untie me, okay?"

Sam nodded. "These knots are the most convoluted things I've ever seen…"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Your hands and feet are tied. Do I need to remind you that you're wearing a dress?" Sam grimaced and used his pocket knife carefully. As the ropes snapped, Dean stood up.

"I'm going to change. We're never going to discuss this again."

Sam raised one eyebrow. "Right…"

"But for the record, angels are very ticklish… Especially with their own feathers."