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E/O Challenge: Flake. 150 & 100 word drabbles where the end isn't quite what's expected. #1 Dean's helping Crowley with the new 'Demons Anonymous' sessions far more than he realizes. #2: Dean's watching Castiel play in the snow.

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Flaking Out

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A/N: Dean's helping Crowley with the new 'Demons Anonymous' sessions far more than he realizes. Notionally season 9. 150 words.

Chocolate Sells

"You are the product. You feeling something. That's what sells" – Mad Men, ep2.01

Crowley could barely hide his nerves. "Demons aren't big on redemption. What if they're not interested?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Listen, if it gets even one to change, it's worth it."

An hour later and Dean was eating his words. "So..." he added again into the silence of the seated circle of demons.

He sighed in relief as his brother came in bearing snacks. "Hi... er, not staying," Sam stammered; as an ex-blood junkie, it was a little awkward to have him present. "Oh, Dean! They had that European candy you like."

Peeling back the yellow wrapper, Dean moaned as he bit into the long flake; licking each crumb of chocolate from his lips. He looked up from his indulgence, surprised to find each demon sitting up and staring back at him in sudden interest.

Crowley cleared his throat. "So, same time next week?" he asked in a husky voice.

A/N: I was always so moved by those Cadbury's Flake adverts...

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A/N: Dean's watching Castiel play in the snow.

Stuck on You

"I was born in a cloud... Now I am falling. I want you to catch me" – 'Snowflakes', Kate Bush

Castiel laughed as he spun around in the falling snow. "It's so different living it, compared to just observing," he declared, throwing himself down into the deep, settled snow.

Dean watched indulgently as Castiel moved his limbs from side-to-side. "Come on, before you catch your death," he growled, the slight upturning of his mouth belying his words.

Pulling Castiel to his feet, without thinking, he leaned in and wiped the flakes from the ex-angel's eyelashes.

Abashed, he walked on. Looking back, he saw Castiel haloed by a streetlight. Frowning, he realized something was wrong.

"Deeen, ah fink mah tongue'th sfftuck!"

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