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[shitglasses]

PUNCHING BOOTH
look it's for charity.

The Punching Booth! It's like kissing for people with anger issues. Everybody gets one punch! No below the belt stuff (that's extra). Or, you know, if you're really motivated, you can kiss someone; sometimes that's worse than being punched. Or better. I'm not your boss.

You know the rules! Top level with your preferences, and punch, punch, punch! Get it out of your system before you have to start making those pesky resolutions.

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[venatoris]

Yeah? Does it hurt?

[ Before Cas can answer, Dean does it again, sharp and hard, in the same spot. ]

[messenger]

[ somehow he succeeds in keeping silent this time, his breath instead catching in the back of his throat. it's so strange how much different it feels with nothing to take the edge off, the sting of the impact and the way the ache settles in.

his body feels a little shaky. he hesitates, considers lying, and then nods. ]

Y-yeah.

[venatoris]

[ He reaches to slip his arms around Cas middle instead of striking him again, pulling Cas in as close as he can, chest pressing flush against Cas' spine. ]

Bad or good?

[messenger]

[ cas groans when dean gets his arms around his waist, melting back into the warmth of his body. it feels amazing in counterpoint to the sharp ache from being smacked. ]

Good. But... Sam is going to be here soon, isn't he?

[venatoris]

Yeah. Anytime now.

[ Excuse him as he wraps both arms around Cas’ waist, holding him tight. ]

[messenger]

... Is it all right if we stay like this?

[ he tilts his head back to rest against dean's shoulder, glancing askance at him. they aren't doing anything inappropriate, so it should be fine, right? ]

[venatoris]

He’s seen a lot worse.

[ At least they’re clothed this time. Right? ]

[messenger]

[ his eyebrow quirks, and he gives dean a cheeky little smile. ]

Yes, but that was an accident.

[venatoris]

[ Dean' buries his face in Cas' neck, arms tightening. ]

He'll survive.

[messenger]

[ cas makes a sound of confirmation — he would hope so — and goes quiet for a little bit. once he's freed, they should probably at least go to the trouble of trying to figure out whether or not crowley really was responsible for this, but the surprisingly benign nature of the "prank" doesn't call to mind anyone else. if it were the angels, they would have dragged him off and tortured him. or done something far more humiliating. and rowena would have used magic, no doubt.

about five minutes later, sam rolls up in one of the cars from the bunker's garage to hand off the key to dean. ]

[venatoris]

[ There’s little doubt in Dean’s mind as to who did it - plus, if the key works, he’s not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. What a great present that’s been bestowed on them.

He’s still got Cas wrapped up from behind, arms around his waist and lips on his neck when Sam pulls up shifting only so that he can look at his brother and hold his hand out for the key.

Once its in his hand, he’s gonna try and unlock it. ]

[messenger]

[ while dean busies himself with the unlocking the cuffs, sam reads the sign tacked to the front of the booth. he gives cas a look that's halfway concern and halfway incredulousness before asking him how he ended up in this situation to begin with, and cas answers sheepishly while the cuffs fall away one by one. the key works as though it was made for them, which probably means that it was.

cas rubs his wrists and the bruises disappear with the touch. ]

[venatoris]

We figure it's probably Crowley, [ Dean says, slipping both pocket and cuffs into the pocket of his jacket. Gonna just...keep those, thanks. ]

About as harmless of a prank as we could've asked for, I guess.

[ Maybe it's a wedding gift. snrk ]

[messenger]

[ sam at least is blissfully unaware of the real reason dean pockets the cuffs (which come free from the ground where they were fastened easily once they're unlocked), perfectly content to believe he's snatching them so no one else will be victimized in the same way. he also seems to agree with their assessment on who the culprit must be, but he still wants to look into it, and tells them both he'll meet them back at the bunker.

cas has a feeling it's going to be a while before they actually get there. once sam has pulled away, he glances over at dean, and then down at his pocket. ]

Where did you park?

[venatoris]

[ It’s probably going to be a lot longer than Cas anticipated, yep. ]

Around the block. Want a ride?

[messenger]

Yes, I want a ride. Come on.

[ cas doesn't hesitate to walk in the direction of dean's car once he's pointed it out, and he's gratified to find it isn't in an overcrowded area. just a small parking lot with a few other cars. ]

[venatoris]

[ He laughs, going right after him, pressing against his back the moment they're to the car, an arm around his waist, sliding down to slip between his legs. ]

How long have you been turned on?

[messenger]

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