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E/O Challenge: Check in. 3 x 100-word drabbles about wanting to get out of a situation quickly. #1: They've really outdone themselves with their choice of motel. #2: Taking texting to a whole new realm. #3: Dean's having IT issues, or is it user error?

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Checking Out

"You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave!" – 'Hotel California', The Eagles

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A/N: They've really outdone themselves with their choice of motel.

Abnormal Motel

He hadn't caught the name of the mom-and-pop motel, but there was something familiar about the place, right down to the odd little desk clerk who'd squealed in fright at the sight of Sam looming over him.

"We only take cash," the man apologized, as Sam tried to check in. On spying Dean, he added, "Twin beds only, fellas. Mother's very particular."

"That's fine. You're fortunate, my brother and I lost our mom at a young age."

Something odd flickered across the man's face. "I'm sure you'll be very happy here."

Sam doubted he'd be getting any sleep that night.

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A/N: Taking texting to a whole new realm.

Beyond Communication

Dean paced the motel room as well as he could with an injured leg. Sam was ten minutes overdue on the agreed phone check in.

He sighed; he just couldn't wait any longer. Hoping Sam had the foresight to set his phone to silent, he sent a text:

u ok?

There was a long moment of lip biting until:

I'M LOST

Dean rolled his eyes:

can u find yr way back?

I'M COMING FOR YOU

Freak, muttered Dean, looking up in surprise as Sam let himself into the room.

"Sorry dude, my battery died."

"Salt lines, NOW," cried Dean, wide-eyed.

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A/N: Dean's having IT issues, or is it user error? Set season 8. Minor location & character spoiler.

Uncollaborative System

Sam heard his brother's cursing from two rooms and a corridor away. Dashing to the library he found Dean glaring at their laptop with murderous intent.

"Y'know, we deal with some shady stuff, but this? Seriously satanic," ranted Dean. "I knew we shouldn't piggy-back off Roman's systems."

"Why, because of our cutting edge tech?" asked Sam, gesturing at the 50s décor. "What's wrong?" He was itching to reclaim his precious computer.

"I spent hours putting together notes with Charlie. All gone!"

"Wait, you didn't check in the document. Look, it's still there in your 'SharePoint drafts' folder."

"ScarePoint," growled Dean.

A/N: Sorry, but I spend so much time explaining SharePoint's check-in/check-out process to people that I just couldn't resist. Does this count as Microsoft fanfic?

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