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E/O Challenge: Set in a bar. A 200 and a 100-word drabble. #1: Sam's quite the comedian. #2: So... Cas and Meg? Spoilers for S7 finale.
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An Angel and a Demon Walked Into a Bar...
"...drink your wine with a joyful heart..." - Ecclesiastes 9:7
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A/N: Sam's quite the comedian. Spoilers for, and set just after, the S7 finale.
An Angel Walked Into a Bar...
"We'll have to stock up on light bulbs if you're sticking around" – 'Moses Has an Alibi', Hatteress
Sam was sitting in a bar drowning his sorrows when Cas appeared with Dean clutched tightly under one arm. The shadow of the angel's wings flashed across the walls and the lights exploded in a blaze of sparks and shattered glass.
Now a happy drunk, Sam leaned over in the near dark and pulled them into a big, clumsy hug.
"Hey Cas," Sam giggled, "How many angels does it take to change a lightbulb?
"None - they're still too busy trying to stand on the head of a pin!"
Cas looked indignant, "That's not exactly accurate..."
Sam ignored the angel's protestations and turned to his brother, "Dean! How many hunters does it take to change a lightbulb?"
Still holding his head from the pain of being zapped between dimensions, Dean made a bemused motion for Sam to continue.
"Three. One to do the research, one to change the bulb, and one to salt and burn the remains!
"How many shifters does it take to change a lightbulb?
"They are the lightbulb!
"How many demons does it take to change a lightbulb?
"None! They like the dark!"
Dean had heard enough, "Cas, if he keeps on, feel free to smite him."
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A/N: So... Cas and Meg? Possibly follows on from the previous drabble. Spoilers for the S7 finale.
My Fair Demon
"I'll make a duchess of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe," - Henry Higgins, 'My Fair Lady'
Sam watched Meg saunter off to play pool. "So... you and Meg?"
"You don't have to answer, y'know," rumbled Dean.
"We... enjoy each other's company," said Castiel with a pained expression.
"She's not... suitable."
"Why, because she helped save Dean and me from Purgatory? Unlike you and Ruby, we're not trying to destroy the world or anything."
In shocked surprise, Sam couldn't help but laugh.
Castiel huffed and staggered from the bar, swearing when the door refused to slam behind him.
"Happy you've upset him?" Dean growled, before calling after Cas to come back.
Sam marveled at the Winchester influence.
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A/N: Why no Bobby, you ask? Well, bars are never haunted. The only spirits they serve are the ones behind the counter!
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..."How long are you going to stay drunk? Put away your wine." - 1 Samuel 1:13
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