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E/O Challenge: Darling. 3 x 100-word drabbles about witches. #1: Dean always gets the girl. #2: Bonds of family are stronger than any magic. #3: There's truth in those bedtime tales.

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Witch Do You Like, Darling?

"I will destroy your witchcraft and you will no longer cast spells." - Micah 5:12

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A/N: Dean always gets the girl.

Dog Daze

"Isn't he a darling," commented the stylish woman, gazing at the Chihuahua nestled in Sam's hand.

"Yes, he is kinda small," smirked Sam.

"I could just slip him in my purse."

"So, I was, er, going for drink later..."

"Ooh, what a perfect idea..."

She pulled a bottle of mineral water from her bag and poured it into the palm of her hand.

The dog lapped up the liquid with a delicate tongue.

"It tickles," she giggled.

The dog turned a knowing expression on Sam, I might've been turned into a rat-sized dog, but I'm still better with the ladies...

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A/N: Bonds of family are stronger than any magic. Set season 1-3

Token of Remembrance

Dean answered the door and stared at Sam with no sign of recognition.

"Who is it, darling?" called the black-clad woman.

"No one important," Dean replied. He tried to close the door, but Sam had been searching for far too long to be denied.

The woman sneered at the intruder, "Take care of it, darling."

Sam buckled under the onslaught of flying fists.

"That's enough, darling. I think our guest will leave now."

Seeing his chance, Sam darted forward and placed the amulet back around his brother's neck.

Dean's vision cleared.

"Take this, darling," he growled, rounding on his captor.

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A/N: There's truth in those bedtime tales. For Lily.

Fairytale Calamity

Jogging through the woods, Sam stopped to help a sweet old lady struggling with her broken bag of shopping.

"So kind. How about a nice slice of apple pie, you darling boy?" she crooned, leading him deeper into the dark trees.

He stared in amazement, his mouth watering, at the sight of the small gingerbread cottage. He never saw the blow from the old woman's cane.

Sam woke to find his brother unlocking him from a cage. An angry knocking echoed from the large oven.

"Unbelievable! And after all the times I read you 'Hansel and Gretel' as a kid."

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