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Tied Up
Castiel materialized into a grey painted room, the floor untidy and strewn with sheets of news paper and between him and the dull, cold wall was a metal bed frame with a dirty mattress. Castiel stood still, motionless, the way only angels can. His tie was knotted in a less twisted manner. Before Sam left for 'detective' duty, he had cornered the angel in a rare fit of annoyance at the angel's clueless, lack of attention to that certain piece of apparel. How hard could knotting a tie be, after avoiding the end of the world and fighting one's own powerful brothers, it should be a piece of pie.
So today it looked marginally better, since Castiel had a go at tugging it loose because it scratched his neck.
Castiel caught sight of a certain alien tied to the frame of the bed, trying hard to wiggle out the ropes. The coat and suit and converse were no where in sight, and the chill air gusted on the Doctor's undershirt. The Doctor caught sight of Castiel and whined childishly.
"Sorry, wrong room." Castiel stated flatly and disappeared.
The Time Lord's indignant screech echoed.