[closed/narrative] Don't think of it as a gift. Think of it as trolling.
Characters: Thomas. And the Winchesters if they want to react.
Time: Backdated to a couple days after the kidnapping rescue
Location: Blackstone Hotel, outside Sam and Dean's room
Content: At least it's not a naked woman wrapped in red ribbon this time?
Format: Prose.
At some point during the night (or maybe the day), a paper bag appeared outside Sam and Dean's room in the Blackstone Hotel. The bag was nondescript, could've come from any number of boutiques or bookstores or anything in the city, and the only thing inside the bag's a pair of boxers. The inside is silk-lined, but the exterior fabric is strangely heavy, with a sturdy, distinctive weave.
Kevlar.
Oh, and there is a note, in an unfamiliar handwriting, but it's pretty obvious there's only one person who'd leave something like that.
Time: Backdated to a couple days after the kidnapping rescue
Location: Blackstone Hotel, outside Sam and Dean's room
Content: At least it's not a naked woman wrapped in red ribbon this time?
Format: Prose.
At some point during the night (or maybe the day), a paper bag appeared outside Sam and Dean's room in the Blackstone Hotel. The bag was nondescript, could've come from any number of boutiques or bookstores or anything in the city, and the only thing inside the bag's a pair of boxers. The inside is silk-lined, but the exterior fabric is strangely heavy, with a sturdy, distinctive weave.
Kevlar.
Oh, and there is a note, in an unfamiliar handwriting, but it's pretty obvious there's only one person who'd leave something like that.