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E/O Challenge: Label. "Found in Translation". Three separate 100-word drabbles concerning answers found through the use of non-English words. #1: Dean takes Bobby to task over his lack of a classification methodology. #2: Sam makes a French connection. #3: Dean defies description!
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Found in Translation
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A/N: Happy Vaisakhi! This was inspired by (my very limited knowledge of) the Sikh harvest festival. I've taken liberties by adapting the 'five evils' as five demons.
Fighting the Five
When the panchadosh attacked it was without warning, but luckily the hunters were mostly prepared.
"Go get the amrit water," Bobby called over his shoulder, fighting with a dexterity that belied his years.
Dean reluctantly left Bobby and Sam using kirpans to fend off the demons that feared contact with the ceremonial swords.
He ran to the pantry and scanned rows of bottles and jars for the holy water they'd got from a gurdwara.
"Which one is it?" he called.
"I'm a little busy! Idjit," came the answer.
"Would it really hurt to label them?" Dean shouted back in frustration.
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A/N: Sam makes a French connection.
Beauty and the Beast
Dean gave Sam a goodbye smirk as he led out the red-haired beauty he'd been chatting up at the bar for the last half-hour.
Sam whistled to himself in jealous admiration, Man, she's way out of even his league.
He turned back to the police report of a young tourist, last seen here, who'd been found in his hotel room looking like a man in his 90s. He'd managed to gasp "Label" before dying of old age.
The victim was Rousel Hareng, from France...
"La belle," Sam groaned.
Sam raced after his brother, just praying that he wasn't too late.
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A/N: Dean defies description! Potentially pre-Destiel.
Pigeonholing
"So, you and Cas are like... friends?" Sam whispered as they waited, hoping Cas would wake from the 'de-Lucifering'.
Dean frowned, "Of course we're friends."
"Yeah, but you're like... special friends?"
Dean full-on glared, "What?"
"It's just... if you were... with Cas, that'd be cool."
"You think I'm gay?"
"N-no, it's not like he actually has a gender. You're like angelsexual."
"Don't label me, s'not even a word," Dean growled, sending vibes of imminent punching.
"D-Dean?" Cas struggled up from the hospital bed.
"Hey, I'm right here," Dean cooed, a soppy grin plastered across his face.
"Definitely angelsexual," Sam muttered.
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