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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.

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With what? Blackmail? That's a pretty handy tool with little brothers, actually.

That, and by not scaring them shitless like Michael's preferred method. It's amazing how much easier it is to get them to cooperate when they can contrast me with him.

Good cop, bad cop, huh? Tried and true method, I guess. Well, whatever works for you, so long as it works. Keep an eye out for him, that's all I'm sayin'.

More like 'How is scaring them supposed to solve anything?!' gets directed at Michael and calming them down becomes my job. Along with getting them to do whatever. Like the time when Michael... really over-reacted to a 'So-and-so pulled my feathers! Make him stop!' type complaint when the younger ones were still children.

::He rolls his eyes.::

They started coming to me when they had problems after that.

Ye-eah, I really don't want to know how he reacted to kids complainin' to him...

[He nods his thanks to the waitress when she deposits his food and their drinks in front of them, waiting only long enough for her to walk away before grabbing the burger and digging in.]

Oh man, perfect.

::Gabriel grabs his milkshake and drinks a sip or two before answering.::

He forgot about the whole 'children' thing and was of the opinion that they should act like the soldiers they were created to be. But, like I said. Children at the time. A lot of them were still learning how to fly, for crying out loud.

::Expecting an angel that was still in the process of their version of learning how to walk to behave like an adult was exactly as stupid as it sounds.::

Huh. That sounds scarily familiar. My old man and Michael could've been pretty good drinkin' buddies.

::That gets a snort from Gabriel while he was in the middle of another sip of milkshake. Dammit, Dean.::

That would require my brother to know how to relax. I think the closest he can come is being satisfied at things going the way he thinks they should.

[The snort actually earns a little grin from Dean as he scoops some chili up with a fry.]

Well, even the tightest clenchers let go once in a while. You'd be surprised.

Most of them aren't my big brother.

::Also known as the original tightass. Granted, there used to be a time when Lucifer could get him to come reasonably close to relaxed but that was a long time ago. And tended to result in Gabriel making vomiting sounds in their direction before needing to bail.::

Yeah, well, he's not gonna be back for a while. Sorry. So, it's up to you to figure out Plan B. Sorry for that, too.

::Gabriel scoffs and looks down at his milkshake, shaking his head for a moment before taking another sip.::

No, you're not. Nice lie though.

Well, maybe not. But I'm close to it.

[He shrugs as he takes a bite of his burger before looking at him seriously.]

Family's important, but it can suck big time too.

You're telling me.

::Another, this time longer, sip of milkshake.::

I may have been closest with my older brothers, but I definitely got along better with the younger ones.

That's probably for the best, since you're the last one of the archangels left hangin' around. Unless you wanted to try and break Michael out of the Cage.

[Which sounds like the stupidest plan in the world, even to Dean.]

::Gabriel just gives Dean a Look.::

And what do you think he'd do to me for telling you two how to derail the Apocalypse?

Oh, c'mon. He can't blame you for that. It's his fault for just hangin' out in Heaven until I said 'yes' and not gettin' his fancy hands dirty trying to stop us. Even Lucifer played it smarter than that.

But yeah, probably better to leave his royalness tightness in Hell with Lucy.

::Gabriel frowns at Dean. Time for Dean to start watching the terminology regarding his big brothers.::

General of Heaven, remember? It's supposed to be those of us not him getting down in the dirt to get crap done.

[He shrugs. Guess this isn't his problem.]

Well, that's the past, now it's time to figure out what the hell comes next.

Enough of that talk, this is freaking depressing.

Calling Sam and letting him know you aren't dead in a ditch somewhere might be a good start.

::It's said drily before he drinks more milkshake. After a moment, he eyes the amount in the glass and snaps his fingers to refill it almost to the top.::

Aw, Gabe, didn't know you cared.

[He chuckles, but actually pulls out his phone and does as he suggests, while chewing happily on a mouthful of chili fries while he's at it.]

Well, he's glad I'm not dead, but he's worried about this whole hanging out thing we're doin'. Think he's jealous?

Or worried that we might be giving each other ideas for new ways to drive him crazy.

::He grins and takes another sip of his drink before snagging one of Dean's fries.::

Hey, there's an idea all in itself.

[He swats half-heartedly at Gabriel's hand.]

Torturing Sam. Let's do that.

::Gabriel pops the fry in his mouth, grinning unrepentantly at Dean.::

Might get your ass kicked. And me banished to wherever.

Eh, worth the risk, in my opinion.

[The grin is infectious, and he returns it, while pulling his plate closer to himself protectively.]

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