Cute ficlet. :) I’m increasingly interested in how all three Winchesters trained, so this definitely caught my eye.

Favorite lines:

It is an unwritten rule of the universe that the moment a person is bound, wrists, ankles, and chest to a large tree in the middle of nowhere, his nose will inevitably begin to itch.

*snickers*

The sun sinks down to the horizon, and long shadows stretch across the field. There's a balmy breeze under a clear sky. In the distance, he can hear someone singing and closer by, the soothing sound of insects in the grass.

Good description there.

But reminding Dean over breakfast about a certain night in a certain orchard only seems to have made things worse.

*snickers* Yeah, Dean definitely wouldn’t appreciate Sam pointing out that little incident.

Dangling from Dean's extended wrist, is a set of very pink and very fuzzy, handcuffs.

*g* Cute ending there.

Thanks for a fun read.