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E/O Challenge: Worship. 3 x 100-word drabbles. It's worship Cas, but not as we know it! #1: Sam and Dean prepare for the arrival of a big shot from Hell. #2: Dean's sympathetic; he just tries to hide it. #3: Castiel and Sam fall out over religious observance.

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Idle Worship

"They worshiped idols, though the Lord had said, 'You shall not do this.'" - 2 Kings 17:12

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A/N: Sam and Dean prepare for the arrival of a big shot from Hell.

The Voice

"Do not bow down before their gods or worship them or follow their practices. You must demolish them and break their sacred stones to pieces" - Exodus 23:24

Dean took a long look around the stone circle. "You're sure this is the right place?"

"The prophecy says he'll appear after midnight," Sam shrugged.

"Well, this Magnum dude's late."

"Magnus Vocem," Sam corrected. "Bobby's scroll says he's a big deal in Hell. I guess he doesn't care about punctuality!"

Lightning flashed and a powerful voice boomed. "BOW DOWN AND WORSHIP AT MY FEET, MORTALS!"

Dean looked around in bewilderment until he spotted the minuscule demon. "Worship this," he snorted, stamping his foot down.

"Of course!" Sam laughed, pointing to a picture on the scroll. "It says, 'Drawn to scale'."

A/N: The punch line for this seems really familiar, but I just can't place it and my Google-fu skills seem to have failed me. Anyone?

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A/N: Dean's sympathetic; he just tries to hide it.

Left at the Altar

Castiel arrived with a fluttering of wings and was surprised to find the motel room empty.

"Dean?" he called, alarmed by the moaning emanating from the bathroom.

Dean stuck his head around the door. "Hey Cas! We were out last night and someone can't hold their liquor!" he chuckled, directing his words back into the bathroom.

"Sam's unwell?"

"Let's just say he's worshiping at the porcelain altar."

Castiel frowned. "I don't like the sound of that."

"He doesn't deserve sympathy, he brought it on himself."

"D'n?" came Sam's piteous cry.

"Duty calls! All that hair's not gonna hold itself back!"

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A/N: Castiel and Sam fall out over religious observance. Set shortly after 'Left at the Altar' and at some point after 6x15 The French Mistake.

Sol Victis

"They made him jealous with their foreign gods and angered him with their detestable idols" - Deuteronomy 32:16

Sam was relaxed, soaking up the rays and stretched out in his swim suit on a poolside lounger. His easy-going smile soon changed to a look of worry as Castiel stormed up, closely trailed by Dean.

"C-cas, w-what's up?" Sam asked at the angel's furious expression.

"I don't approve of your recent lifestyle choices," Castiel growled.

Sam stared in utter bafflement. "Huh?"

"Dean, told me," hissed Castiel.

Dean shrugged, clearly mystified. "I just said how much you like your sun worship, and it's funny how other-world douche-actor-you had a tanning bed like a freakin' casket."

"Idolatry, Sam? How could you?"

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