'Tie me up, Sam.'
'Dean,' Sam sighed. 'I'm too busy to play your games.'
''I didn't think you were into that sort of thing, Sammy,' Dean winked.
Sam gave a put-upon sigh.
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'Come on, dude, tie me up,' Dean repeated holding out some plastic bonds. 'I've worked out a new way of getting out of these. It's infallible. I just need to practice.'
When Dean was in an inventive mood, Sam had learned that it was better to go along with him which is what he did, cuffing his brother's hands.
'Leave me on my own, dude. I don't need you staring skeptically at me.'
'Yell if you need me,' Sam said with a shake of his head. There was NO way Dean was getting free, new method or not.
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Only when Sam finished his work, did he realize he hadn't heard from Dean.
Friggin' hell he thought to himself, hoping his idiot brother hadn't done himself harm trying to break free.
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Dean was stretched out on his bed, no cuffs, but his shirt sleeves were rolled completely down.
'You idiot,' Sam raged. 'What did you do? Let me see your wrists.'
'Na. I'm fine.'
Sam wasn't taking no for an answer and at the sight of Dean's torn skin, he quashed the urge to throw him a punch.
Instead, he gathered his medical supplies and got to work bandaging the ravaged flesh.
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'Thanks, Sammy,' Dean said sheepishly. 'Things didn't quite work out as I thought.'
'What are brothers for?' Sam replied while shaking his head in resignation. Dean was always going to get into trouble just as Sam was always going to be there to get him out of it.