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E/O Challenge: Mention an animal. 3 x 100 word drabbles dealing with transformation. #1: Sam reckons he's seeing the real Dean. #2: Dean's adjusting to a new Castiel (spoilers for season 8). #3: Some things stay the same.

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Transformative Tales

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A/N: Sam reckons he's seeing the real Dean.

Snout to Worry About

Sam watched in disgust as Dean tore into his food as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"Urgh, how can you even eat that slop?" Sam complained, but Dean just looked back at him with a happy glint in his eye, his mouth half-open allowing the escape of a fair amount of drool.

Sam sighed as his brother gave a loud belch as his only answer before taking another mouthful with a contented snort.

"You know, that witch was right; you really are a pig," said Sam decisively, as he turned back to his book on reversing animal transformation curses.

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A/N: Dean's adjusting to a new Castiel. Spoilers for season 8.

It's Just Something Crowley Calls Me

Castiel was coping surprisingly well as a human. Maybe too well, Dean thought. As if on cue, Dean's cell announced an incoming text and he swore at the perfect spelling and grammar informing him that Castiel was questioning the suspected witch. Alone.

Arriving at the address, he kicked out at the pigeon that swooped down and proceeded to peck at his boots. He paused, overcome with dread when the bird cocked its head in an oh-so-familiar manner.

"Cas?" he gasped, falling to his knees.

"Dean?"

"You can talk?!"

"So it would appear," said Castiel dryly, tapping Dean on the back.

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A/N: Some things stay the same.

The More Things Change...

"How's Sam coping?" asked Castiel.

"Pretty good, although a bit upset about losing the sideburns," said Dean, shaking his head, "This opposites curse should wear off in a day or so," he added, as he watched his blonde, petite sister sashay through the diner towards the bathroom.

He closed his eyes. Dude, remember she's still Sammy! He turned back to Castiel with a smirk. "Still got a tiny bladder, though."

He frowned, and started to rise, as a gnarly trucker put his hands on Sam. "Hey there, kitten," the man leered.

"...and a wicked right-hook," Dean chuckled, sitting back down.

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