Room 328, Sunday Afternoon

[likethegun]

If Tom were to say that he'd never had dreams about being tied up in bed, he would certainly be lying. But those dreams usually involved a gorgeous naked woman or two, not some crazy, freaky guy claiming to be his brother, and swearing that this was all for his own good. He was almost glad that Owen had seemingly disappeared, if only so that he wouldn't have to endure teasing about this after he'd hired people to kill Dean and hide the body.

He'd started pulling at the binds as soon as Dean had left, trying to free his wrists and ankles, but damn if the knots weren't holding tight. This guy must have been one seriously kinky Boy Scout when he was a kid.

[The thread with saltandammo is locked to him. Otherwise, the door is open. *g*]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean came back from the most surreal common room experience he'd had so far, loaded down with food and drink. "Hey, how you doing?" he asked as he came in, kicking the door shut behind him though it didn't quite close all the way.

[likethegun]

If looks could kill, Dean would be dead and buried from the glare that Tom shot at him. "Oh, I'm fantastic," he said sarcastically.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What, no four letter words?" Dean asked with a smirk. "I brought you some food."

[likethegun]

"If I swear, you're gonna do more of that weird-ass magic bullshit you were doing last night," Tom replied. "You really brought me food?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean held up the plate piled high with sandwiches, the bag of cookies and the soda he'd grabbed from the common room. "Hungry?"

[likethegun]

"Duh, of course I'm hungry," Tom replied, looking at Dean carefully. "Does this mean you're going to untie me, so I can eat?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean eyed him assessingly. "You going to behave if I do?"

[likethegun]

"I'm hungry enough that I just might. Especially since I can't go anywhere," he said bitterly.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember having sex with her?" Dean asked bluntly.

[likethegun]

Tom frowned as he tried to think of a way to say this that wouldn't make him sound like a loser. "Not exactly. But it had to have happened, or why else would she have still been there in the morning?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Becuase she's in love with you, idiot," Dean said exasperatedly.

[likethegun]

Tom's eyes widened at the mere thought of that. "Whoa, hold on a second. She can't possibly be in love with me. She hardly knows me. I hardly know her."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Well, not you as you are right now," Dean clarified. "Right now, she thinks your a butthead. But when you're consciously Sam Winchester, yeah, she's in love with you."

[likethegun]

"How many times am I going to have to tell you I'm not this Sam guy?" Tom asked. "I mean, maybe we just look alike, like you and your evil twin from last night."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"'Cept you woke up in Sammy's bed with Sammy's girlfriend," Dean pointed out. "The only times I've woke up in Alec's bed is when I've gone to sleep there."

[likethegun]

Tom snorted. "Dude, you're fucking your identical twin, and you're worried about my mental health? That's rich." He tilted his head a little, as though he was considering something. "Is that what this is about? Are you pissed 'cause I fucked your brother's girlfriend?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

In the hallway, Waldo was also dealing with knots. He was tying his shoe.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Know a lot about getting revenge, do you?" Dean asked with some humour.

[likethegun]

"My dad's a senator. It's kind of hereditary," Tom replied.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled and shook his head. "Dude, that's the bush leagues of getting revenge, trust me."

[likethegun]

"Hey, fuck you. My dad isn't bush league anything," Tom said defensively as he pushed the rest of his food away.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"My dad hunts demons," Dean said.

[likethegun]

Tom just stared at Dean for a few moments, before glaring again and settling back on the bed with his arms crossed. "So we've gone from you expecting me to believe that you're my brother to you expecting me to believe in demons? All you have to do is say that you won't tell me who's behind all of this, you know. You don't have to keep making shit up to drive me even crazier."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If I knew who or what was behind this, I'd be off fixing it," Dean pointed out. "And I'm not making anything up."

[likethegun]

"Yeah right," Tom replied, and when he thought Dean might be unprepared, he lunged forward to try to get at the knots around his ankles.