bakerstreet | tied to a chair meme

Entry tags:

tied to a chair meme

The "Tied to A Chair" Meme

Comment to this post with your character. They are now tied to a chair from which they cannot escape on their own. Any abilities that they may have are gone. The character responding is there and the only one who can release them—but they also have the opportunity to do whatever they want with the character unable to unbind themselves...

Potential trigger warnings for violence, non-con, and general expected unpleasantness within. Don't be afraid to put preferences in your subject line; this meme has just as much potential to be silly as it does to be dark.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

::Gabriel looks at Dean with a raised eyebrow. He wished that he could say that he was surprised to find Dean tied to a chair in an abandoned house. Man, you are so lucky he was in the area.::

Who did you piss off this time?

[Of course he would show up. He always shows up at the worst moments. Dean glares at him, tugging at the ropes uselessly.]

Normally, I'd say this's your fault. C'mon, get me outta this.

Since when have I made it a habit to tie you up and leave you places?

::Honestly, Dean. He doesn't move to let Dean loose just yet.::

I'm guessing you don't want either of our little brothers knowing a thing about you needing to be rescued like a damsel in distress?

Yeah, really could care less about that, since it's usually Sam or Cas savin' my sorry ass.

[He snorts, rolling his eyes.]

And this seems like it'd be your bag. Just usually a little more creative.

Like you said. Not creative enough for me. It's a little too boring, needs something to liven it up. Filling the room with cats should do it.

::He pretends to seriously think about leaving Dean there with the threatened cats.::

Don't you freaking dare, Gabriel. Should've never told you about that.

::He rolls his eyes, finally snapping his fingers to get rid of the ropes.::

Relax, will ya? I'm sure your day is annoying enough already.

[Dean sighs, rubbing his wrists as he stands, shaking his head.]

That's never stopped you before, dude.

Saying you want me to add my own spin to ruin your day?

Oh, hell no. No spinning, Gabriel, no spinning needed. Unless it involves ganking this son of a bitch who tied me to that damn chair.

::Gabriel just raises his eyebrows.::

I think letting you loose is about as helpful as I'm getting, Deano.

Party pooper. C'mon, when was the last time you actually had a satisfying ganking?

[He pauses, realizes how that sounds and holds up his hand.]

Wait, nevermind. Don't wanna know.

::Gabriel just snickers madly.::

You sure? Wouldn't be any trouble to tell you.

[And he gets rolled eyes in return.]

Maybe not, but it'd sure be a hell of a lot of trouble for me to hear it. Gross.

You're no fun.

::But fine, he drops it. He doesn't want to listen to Dean's bitching.::

Who did tie you up and abandon you here, anyway?

Didn't get a bead on whoever the hell it was. Was tracking a shifter and someone or something got the drop on me, knocked me out, and I woke up here. Just about to get loose when you found me. You sense anything with your...

[He waves a hand vaguely.]

...angel senses?

::Gabriel doesn't believe Dean in the least about his impending escape and it shows on his face.::

Whoever left you bailed before I got here. At least, if it was the shifter, he's probably not running around as you somewhere, given that you aren't in your underwear.

[Dean snorts, shaking his head.]

Coward.

Don't think it was the shifter, though. She wasn't hidin' herself too well. Probably a demon or some crap wantin' a piece of this.

Or to lure a certain archangel into a trap. We should probably scram before it snags you.

[No, this isn't Dean caring. It really isn't.]

::Gabriel makes a show of looking Dean over.::

If they really wanted you, I'd think more BDSM would be going on. You know, giving you a whole new trauma to want to apply brain bleach to.

::Now that image has been planted in Dean's head, he starts towards the door.::

Didn't see anything trap-worthy when I arrived but yeah. Time to go.

Wouldn't be the first time for that either.

[It's grumbled as Dean follows him, and he'd really rather not think about the BDSM thing with all the times he's been tied down by monsters and demons and the like. And he's also hyperaware of anything that might happen on their way out, even if Gabriel is acting nonchalant about it.]

If that thing touched Baby while I was out...

::It helps that Gabriel knows there's very few things that can kick his ass, so even if someone did get the drop on him, they weren't likely to have the advantage for long.::

How would you even know, barring big bloody handprints or something else equally dramatic? Or at least obvious.

::Gabriel shoves the door to the outside open and steps out without incident, grinning back at Dean.::

See? Nothing waiting to jump me in the house.

Abaddon keyed her once. And it doesn't matter if it's obvious--I could probably smell the damn thing.

[He frowns, still not liking it, although now he's on the look out for his car. If it was just some freak or monster, it probably would have driven them here in her. Especially a stupid one that didn't realize how easily Sam could track it. His brother was probably on his way as they speak.

He spots her just a few yards from the house and almost runs over to her, hands caressing her sides and hood, checking for any damage.]

Did that bad man hurt you, Baby? Don't worry, I'm here now.

::How did Dean think Gabriel found him? It's not like the sigils Castiel wrote on his ribs magically disappeared. One of the easiest ways to find Dean is to look for his car.

He strolls after Dean, rolling his eyes while he's not being looked at.::

You know the car isn't alive, right? Handy for tracking you down though.

Shut the hell up, Gabriel.

[He glares at him over his shoulder, before returning to his inspection, this time climbing into the car itself and checking the seats. Baby might not be alive, but she's his home. Would you like it if someone came around and messed with your home, Gabriel?]

Why were you trackin' me anyway?

::Oh, you mean like Metatron already did? Gabriel wasn't too impressed, but then, he did get kicked out like everyone else.

Gabriel just raises an eyebrow at Dean. What does Dean want, him to answer or stay quiet? Only one of those can happen.::

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject