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E/O Challenge: File. 100 & 250 word drabbles that are just plain ridiculous. #1: Dean misses the subtext when Sam inadvertently brings pie. #2: Castiel registers at an employment agency. Spoilers for season 8.
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File Under Ridiculous
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring" - Marilyn Monroe
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A/N: Dean misses the subtext when Sam inadvertently brings pie.
Jail Bake
"I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there" - Charles Bukowski
Despite the armed escort and orange overalls, Dean seemed cheerful as he sat opposite Sam in the prison's visitor center.
"I'm getting you out," whispered Sam.
Dean shrugged. "No rush. Food's okay; bed's comfy."
"Here," said Sam, handing over a parcel.
"You bought me pie? Sammy," Dean choked.
"Whatever," Sam frowned, "I thought it was cake. Y'know?"
Dean's smile wavered under Sam's intense stare. He lifted the pie and took a huge bite as Sam motioned for him to stop.
Dean yelped. "Wha' th'Hell? Ah fink ah jus' broke ah toof. Wha's in vis?
"That'd be the file," muttered Sam.
A/N: This coming Friday is Macmillan Cancer Support's World's Biggest Coffee Morning. You can get involved by baking your own pie or cake (without a file!) at: coffee dot macmillan dot org dot uk.
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A/N: Castiel registers at an employment agency. Spoilers for season 8.
We'll Keep Your Résumé on File
Castiel approached the desk with some trepidation; the visage of the woman seated behind it seemed most fearsome. He needed to be strong- he needed gainful employment- but he couldn't help but wince on noticing the woman's name badge read 'Lilith'.
"So, Mr...?" Lilith asked, waving him to a seat without looking up.
"It's just Castiel."
The woman's mouth formed a moue of displeasure as she typed in the information. "Hmm. So, what was your last employment?"
"I was an angel of the Lord," Castiel proclaimed. It was difficult to keep the pride from his voice, but he decided that it wasn't too bad since it came after his fall.
Lilith's eyes narrowed in disbelief, so Castiel allowed his wings to manifest just long enough to blow the lightbulb overhead.
The woman stared open-mouthed for a moment. "I'm... just gonna put... messenger, okay?"
Castiel gave an earnest nod.
"And your reason for leaving?" Lilith asked, seeming to find solace in the assigned questions on her computer screen.
"I was cast out of Heaven after Metatron stole my grace."
"So... made redundant?"
Castiel shrugged, he didn't want to talk about it.
"What did you do there?"
"Well, I smote the profane," growled Castiel
"Worked in pest control," she muttered. "Any particular skills?"
"I spread the word of God..."
"...good communication skills..."
"...and I'm skilled with an angel-blade."
"...motivational, people management..."
Lilith completed the form with obvious relief. "Well, your details are on file now. Don't call us, we'll call you. Next!"
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