SPN: I'm a Bit Tied Up Right Now, I Can't Come to the Phone

[edenbound]

Fandom: Supernatural
Main characters: Sam, Dean
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: None
Contains: N/a
Rating: G
Summary: Dean can turn any situation to his advantage. For comment_fic.


"Thank god," Sam says, the minute he sees Dean. He wriggles his hands in the bindings, trying to ease the pressure on his shoulders. "Can you untie me? This chair is made for smaller people than me, seriously. And just... skip the lecture, okay? I needed to get out of the motel room, I didn't mean to get captured by some nutjobs. Obviously I didn't mean to get captured by some nutjobs."

"You're making a habit of this," Dean says. Sam blinks. Instead of moving to cut him free, Dean moves to stand in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest. "Okay. So we were talking, when you stalked out."

"We can talk some more when you untie me, okay?"

"And then you'll just shrug it off and say that I should trust you more or that I'm not strong enough. Which is bullshit, Sam. We're going to talk now, and when we've talked, I'll untie you."

"This isn't exactly fair."

"Didn't say it was. Talk, Sam."

"Look, Dean, I -- "

Dean rolls his eyes. "No, Sam, 'I need you to trust me' is not going to cut it. You don't trust me, why should I trust you?"

"I do trust you."

"Not enough." Dean sighs, finding a stool in a corner and pulling it up in front of Sam. "Look. Just talk to me. Like you used to, man. You were always all about the talking. Well, I'm listening."

"I don't want to talk while I'm all tied up. This is hurting, you know."

"The sooner you talk, the sooner I let you go."

A long pause.

"Jerk," Sam mutters.

"Bitch," Dean says, cheerfully. "Are you going to tell me or not?"