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E/O Challenge: Grim. 3 x 100-word drabbles. #1: The not-so-grim brothers find an unusual sight in Portland. #2: They just want to lay their weary heads to rest. #3: Winchesters just can't mix business and pleasure.

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Grim Tales

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A/N: The not-so-grim brothers find an unusual sight in Portland. Supernatural/Grimm crossover. AU, because I'm pretending they've never been to Portland before!

My, What Big Eyes You've Got

"Portland seems nice," said Sam.

"Bobby always said to keep out; that hunters aren't welcome," replied Dean, with a shrug.

"Wonder why? Holy crap, d'you see that?"

"Yeah," said Dean, looking around in confusion, "But... it's like no one else can."

The 'wolfman' noticed their scrutiny and approached nervously. "Hey, fellas. Name's Monroe. I think you should talk to my friend over there."

Dean turned to see a man, whose appearance screamed undercover cop, glaring at them as if he was trying to see down to their souls. "What, the guy with the grim expression?"

"Funny you should say that..."

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A/N: They just want to lay their weary heads to rest.

A Room Without a View

Sam ran through freezing rain back to the Impala, waking Dean by taping the motel key on the window. Seriously, we both need to crash before the car does. He decided not to mention the clerk's surprise that they'd wanted the room for more than just an hour.

Shouldering open the jammed door, Sam wrinkled his nose at the musty odor. A family of cockroaches fled for safety as the dim light bulb flickered into life.

Sam dumped their soaked holdall on the stained and sagging bed. "Home, sweet home?" he smiled, weakly.

"Grim, even by our standards," groaned Dean.

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A/N: Winchesters just can't mix business and pleasure.

The Ride of Your Afterlife

Neither of the Winchesters were fans of theme parks, but Sam knew there were worse places to have to investigate spirit activity.

He scowled as Dean inhaled yet another chilidog, slurped from a bucketful of root beer, and belched in contentment.

"It's the rides that're haunted, not the fast food," Sam complained, pushing his brother onto the 'Grim Reaper' rollercoaster. "Not scared are you?" Sam teased,

"N-no! W-what's the w-worst that could happen?" Dean countered, unconvincingly.

The cars started to move and Dean relaxed at their slow speed.

"Hello, Dean," smiled Death, suddenly sitting beside him, just before the drop.

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