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E/O Challenge: Try. 3 x 100 word drabbles about giving it a go. #1: It's laundry day. #2: Sam and Castiel are practicing in the firing range. #3: Unfortunately, Cas isn't a member of CASI. Spoilers due to them all being set post-season 8.

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Giving it a Go

"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better" - 'Worstward Ho', Samuel Beckett

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A/N: It's laundry day in the Batcave.

Literally Loads of Fun

"Ah, Sam," called Castiel, "Dean sent me with his laundry."

"Glad to see my brother's putting you to such good use," smirked Sam.

"Well, he is very busy. And with both of us out of action, we must all do what we can to support him. By the way, he mentioned not mixing the colors this time?"

"I can but try," said Sam, through clenched teeth.

"Yes, you are very trying," nodded Castiel.

Sam choked with outrage, before noticing the earnest expression. He guessed that there were some things about the ex-angel, like literalism, that were never going to change.

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A/N: Sam and Castiel are practicing in the Batcave's firing range.

Going off Half-Cocked

Sam ripped off his ear protectors and threw them to the floor of the gun range with a shaky roar of frustration.

Castiel laid his hand on Sam's trembling arm. "You're still building up your strength. It'll come with time."

"Okay, I'll give it another try," sighed Sam.

Castiel cocked his head to one side and narrowed his eyes. "Do, or do not. There is no try," he said, staring at Sam with an intense gaze.

Sam blinked, his mind blank for a moment. His mouth fell open as he caught the reference.

"My brother's really corrupted you, hasn't he?"

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A/N: Unfortunately, Cas isn't a member of CASI (Chili Appreciation Society International)

Soup of the Devil

Sweat palpable on his brow, Castiel looked up from the object of his concentration and turned to Sam for support.

"Don't look at me!" Sam cried, throwing up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Just give it one more try," urged Dean, "It'll put hair on your chest!"

"After which they'll combust from the heat?" asked Castiel in honest curiosity. He forced another mouthful, before pushing his bowl away in defeat.

Dean snatched it up. "Finest chili in Texas," he declared, scarfing down the meal.

Castiel shook his head. "When I resurrected you, I obviously over-compensated on stomach lining."

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