Title: Human Lessons
Prompt: Written for glorious_spoon on livejournal: Supernatural, any, learning to pick locks while handcuffed.
"I fail to see the point of this," Castiel sighed, lifting his arm to get a better look at the new accessory. The chain clinked softly. "I could break these quite easily."
"And if angelic super strength is the next thing to go, you'll still know how to get out of handcuffs," Dean returned promptly. "Catch."
Castiel caught the paperclip with his free hand and inspected it closely. Then the angel stared at the cuffs that connected him to the table leg. "This seems unhelpful," he pointed out. "It's the wrong shape."
Sam snickered behind his laptop. Dean threw up his arms. "Of course not. Mr. Can-Break-These-Quite-Easily can't bend a freaking paperclip."
Castiel frowned, and pulled. The paperclip snapped in half, the pieces flying across the room. Castiel watched silently, and turned back to Dean. "I require another paperclip, Dean."
The words that responded to his level request were not fit for polite company. It was Sam who passed him another one, his grin contained behind one hand, while Dean retreated across the room to mutter and sharpen knives.
"Okay, now carefully unfold it," Sam explained, taking Dean's abandoned chair. "Basically, you want a long piece of pointed metal. If you don't have a paperclip, look around. Dean once used a car antenna."
"Do all humans misuse their mundane inventions to this extent or is this a hunter thing?" Castiel asked, believing himself to be quite conversational. He had been practicing.
"Um, a hunter thing. Oh, good, Cas. Now you can experiment with the lock and see how it works. You know, it took Dean almost four minutes to get out of his first pair of . . ." Sam trailed off.
Castiel held up the paperclip in one hand and the handcuffs in the other. "Next lesson."