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E/O Challenge: To, too, and two. 2 x 100 word drabbles where two's company, but three's a crowd. #1: Dean's whipped. #2: Even in the direst of straits, Dean's choosy about who helps.
For Combat Pete: your fight's over; rest well.
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More Than Two's too Much to Take
"One's company, two's a crowd, and three's a party" – Andy Warhol
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A/N: Dean's whipped.
Dean in Furs
"I'm Agent Severin and this is..."
"I remember you," the woman smirked.
"Huh?" mumbled Dean.
With a wolfish grin, the woman tugged at her hemline to reveal a distinctive tattoo.
"Mistress Wanda?!" Dean coughed, his cheeks flushing pink.
"So, now you know my whereabouts last night. Now, I'm going to go lie down in my room. I'll be sure to inform you if anything... comes up?"
Sam spluttered, giving a convincing impression of a landed fish, and turned to Dean. "Are you gonna..." he gestured with his head, "Y'know, too?"
"Two? No, once was way more than enough," Dean cringed.
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A/N: Even in the direst of straits, Dean's choosy about who helps.
Unwelcome Help
"C'mon Cas, move! We need to go now if we're gonna rescue Sam," shouted Dean.
"I'm coming, too," piped up Crowley.
"I think we can manage just fine without you, thanks."
"What, leave it to you two chuckleheads?" sneered Crowley. He laughed at Dean's indignant look. "Besides, it doesn't hurt to ingratiate myself with the big boss by rescuing his favorite meat sack. With your legendary luck, you know it's only a matter of time until he's back out."
Castiel gave a thoughtful look and shrugged at Dean. "He could be of use."
"Et tu, Cas?" sighed Dean in resignation.
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