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E/O Challenge: Crest. 200 word drabble. Sam's sun is in ascendancy; Dean's... not so much. Only a week late!
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Crests and Troughs
"The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises" - Ecclesiastes 1:5
"I hear Sam's yoga courses have really taken off," said Charlie, as Dean held the door of the community center open for her.
"Yeah, three old broads and a hippie dude, I reckon," scoffed Dean, around a mouthful of chips.
Charlie looked doubtful, but knew when to pick her battles. "Well, I guess we'll see," she smiled, returning the favor with the gym door.
Dean looked stunned. "L-lycra," he stammered.
"Whoa," whistled Charlie, wondering if she'd died and gone to Heaven.
They gawped at the room of toned lovelies, who in turn stared adoringly at Sam.
Then Sam started to move.
Dean and Charlie shifted awkwardly, feeling pale, ugly and ungainly in comparison to his lithe, graceful movements.
As Sam completed a sun salutation, his hair, tied back in a bunch, flipped forward. Dean blinked; the strange crest on top of his brother's head made him look just like...
"Big bird," cried Dean, in triumph. As all eyes turned towards him with scornful expressions of annoyance, Dean hunched protectively over his chips and slowly backed his way out of the room.
"Who was that weirdo?" said Charlie, no longer by Dean's side, as she sidled up to an attractive brunette.
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