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E/O Challenge: Use 'remote' twice with different meanings. "Remote Control". Three separate 100-word drabbles on aspects of taking charge #1: Gabriel takes control. #2: Castiel and Dean are restrained. #3: The final word on ancient history lessons. Spoilers S7.
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Remote Control
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A/N: Gabriel takes control. Pre-Sabriel.
Controlled
It was Sam's birthday, but the celebration had been derailed by Dean storming off after an argument about his brother's friendship with Gabriel.
It pained the archangel to see Sam so hurt and remote.
"Hey kiddo, I got something that'll cheer you up."
Taking the proffered parcel, Sam ripped it open to reveal a TV remote. "Huh?"
Recognizing the sound of the Impala's return outside, Gabriel took the gift and pressed its 'pause' button.
"Just wait till you see what it controls," he grinned, laying a gentle kiss on Sam's temple, knowing they now had all the time they needed.
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A/N: Castiel and Dean are restrained. Set season 7.
Restrained
Cas stared with a blank, remote gaze, oblivious to the man beside him.
Dean shifted in discomfort from another night spent in the bedside chair. He patted Castiel's arm with an awkward gesture of affection in the remote hope the angel might derive some small measure of comfort from it.
He tried not to stare at the scars on Castiel's wrist – not all self-inflicted - the more recent were from where the bed restraints had cut into the angel's flesh.
Castiel turned his head and looked straight at Dean.
"Cas?"
Dean closed his eyes as the angel started screaming again.
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A/N: The final word on ancient history lessons. Set in a remote 'Dune'-like future.
Instructed
The excited pilgrims disembarked from the ornithopter onto the remote viewing platform overlooking an ancient log cabin
"Honored beings, welcome to the Winchesters' final resting place," the tour-guide drone called in greeting.
"History doesn't record the exact circumstances of their deaths, but it is said that their guardian angel will return one day to resurrect them in our hour of darkest need.
"Of course, in those remote, chaotic times, the Winchester Gospels, and indeed the holy men themselves, were yet to be recognized for what they really were..."
"Idjits," echoed the gruff voice from the steps of St Bobby's Bar'n'Grill.
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