TWIST
When one finds oneself in a sticky situation, clear communication is vitally important …
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Tightly bound hand and foot and back to back in the damp basement, the brothers squirmed against each other trying to escape their bonds. Dean flexed his shoulders irritably against the unmoving ropes.
Ignoring the chafing around his wrists, Sam's hand writhed against a slight give in their restraints; one last painful pull, and his arm jerked free, elbowing his brother in the ribs.
"Ow, son of a …" Dean snorted, "hey, dude, can you can reach the penknife in my pocket?"
Sam twisted his arm back and slipped his hand awkwardly into the pocket of his brother's jeans.
"GAAAAH," Dean yelped;
"Jacket, dude, JACKET pocket!"
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