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Detention - 06/10

The Danger Shop, when students enter, looks like a somewhat rough part of an older part of a town. There were a few old cars around, one of which was noticably red - noticably mainly due to the fact that everything was in black and white - including the kids themselves ~~and if the Danger Shop can't do that, then *handwave* now it can~~ - save for a few splashes of color.

Becky was leaning against a wall, a piece of chalk in her hand. Miho was, naturally, nowhere to be found. And she wouldn't be, until she felt the need to be seen. On the wall, in suprisingly neat writing, read:

Alec
Joxer
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Gwynn Hood
Pippi Longstocking
Jamie Madrox
Conner McKnight
Cameron Mitchell
M. Parker
Peter Parker
Peter Pevensie
Nadia Santos
Dawn Summers
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

She crossed names off as students filed in.

[OOC: Naturally, OCD is ~~coming~~ up, yay! Also, getting this up now as I? Have not made with the sleepination yet, and neither has Miho's player. Will be responding from about noon EST onwards.

ETA: ~~see availability in Rory's journal~~ back, and my cat is fine. :) Thank you everyone for thinking of me.]

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"You want them cuffed behind you or in front?" Dean asked, fumbling a little with the cuffs because of the paws thing. "Might be more comfortable in front."

"How long am I going to be in them?" Dawn looked back over her shoulder. "Because it's less embarrassing if you're working behind me. Especially when I'm dressed like, well, this."

"Why? Don't you like me oggling you?" Dean teased.

"It's not just the ogling," Dawn said, a little surprised that she didn't mind that so much at all. "It's also where your hands will have to be while you're, um, working. If they're in front."

You could probably have lit a cigarette from the heat from her blush.

Dean blinked. "On your wrists?"

Dawn facepalmed, unable to believe she was going to have to demonstrate this. She put both hands down in front of her. Which was when she remembered she could bend her elbows. "Uh, nevermind. Really. Front's good. Yay comfort."

Dean held out the handcuffs, waiting for Dawn to raise her hands for him to snap them on. "Relax," he told her. "Dad used to make Sammy and I do this exercise when he was teaching us to pick locks. Though, granted, he didn't make me dress up like a muskrat first."

Dawn raised her hands obligingly. "He locked you up in handcuffs?" Yeah, she was really starting to not like Dean and Sam's dad.

"Is he anti-muskrat?"

"I'm not sure. Strangely enough, the subject of muskrats has never come up." Dean clicked the handcuffs closed around Dawn's wrists. "And it wasn't like the thing with handcuffs was a punishment or anything. Just training. Actually it was almost like a game -- Sammy and I seeing who could get them open the fastest."

"Who won?" She couldn't help asking as she lowered her wrists to give him better access to the cuffs. "And you're not going to leave me like this, right?"

"I admit it might be tempting," he winked at her, "but no, I'm not going to leave you like this." He started looking around for something he could use as a lock pick. "I won most of the time, though Sammy was usually close behind."

"How long does it usually take you?" Dawn asked, trying to sit still.

Dean found a pair of earrings that had the hook type backs and picked one up after a couple of tries. "Usually, a minute, maybe two," he said, concentrating on unbending the hook as he walked back over to where Dawn was sitting. He might have stuck his tongue out slightly in concentration. "Though it might take a little longer given the loss of manual dexterity here."

Dean dropped the earring on the floor and cursed. "Fuck it," he said, pulling one of the paws off, before he bent over to pick up the earring again.

Dawn shot a glance around the room, hoping neither Becky nor Miho would notice the rules violation. "I'm in good hands, then."

"Or paws," Dean said, shooting her a grin before bending over the handcuffs and quickly picking the lock with the earring.

"My hero," she kissed him on the cheek as she felt the handcuffs loosen. "Thanks for letting me out."

"Any time," Dean said with a grin, wriggling his fingers at her before slipping the paw back on. He paused and added tentatively, "It would be a bad thing if I suggested maybe playing this again in private sometime wouldn't it?"

"Not a bad thing," Dawn answered carefully, "but maybe a little early? I'm not..."

She looked down at her feet and her voice lowered, embarrassed that she'd been teasing him all afternoon, "I'm not ready, yet, Dean. I'm sorry."

"Hey," he said, bending down to get into her line of sight, which was far more comical looking than usual considering he was dressed like a muskrat. "I wasn't really seriously suggesting we jump from necking to full out bondage. Really. It's just... hot girl... handcuffs... my mouth sometimes gets a mind of its own."

Dawn raised her head and met Dean's eyes. "I'm not saying to rule it out as a complete possibility. Just postponing it." For a year or two, maybe. She kissed him lightly. "Thanks for understanding."

"Hey, thank you for not hitting me for untoward suggestions," Dean countered with a wink. "A lot of girls would've."

"I know someone who brought down a house once," Dawn said, blushing, "so chains and bondage aren't that bad."

"Wow. That would have to be some wild... yeah. No, no demolition with me." Dean looked at Dawn slyly, then gave her his cutest look. "How about just the outfit?"

Dawn blushed. "I don't know. It's tricky to get into on my own, and it's not like I could walk down the hall wearing it without running into half the school."

"You could maybe just wear it in private," Dean suggested. "And if you ever need a hand with it..." He held up two paws. "I've got two. Well usually. When they're not paws."

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