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E/O Challenge: Click. 2 x 100-word drabbles. Sam and Dean are not quite as trusting of each other as they should be. #1: What's Dean up to? #2: What's Sam up to?
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Not Quite Clicking
"All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust" – 'Peter Pan', J.M. Barrie
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A/N: What's Dean up to? Set whenever.
Checking Out
Sam returned to find Dean focused on the laptop. Again. Recently, it seemed like Dean was always on the computer, but only when Sam wasn't around. Ah.
Dean jumped. "Back so soon?"
Sam narrowed his eyes at all the subtle tells in body language as Dean sat up, shifted behind the laptop, and seemed to tense. "What're you up to?"
"Sure you wanna know?" replied Dean, with a raised eyebrow and a feral leer.
"Ew, dude. Just don't get another virus."
Dean sighed as he clicked on "check out". Seriously, it's easier just buying birthday gifts from the gas station.
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A/N: What's Sam up to? Set around 4x01 Lazarus Rising.
Sneaking In
Dean shifted in discomfort at the mattress springs digging into his back; he'd spent hours staring up at the stained ceiling.
Heart pounding, he forced his attention back to the demon lore volume resting on his lap, but, as before, the illustrations seemed to leap into horrific life.
He heard a key in the lock as Sam returned from wherever it was he went. Sam froze as the door closed with a loud click behind him.
Dean feigned waking. "You okay, Sammy?"
"Yeah, bathroom. Go back to sleep," Sam whispered.
It's great we're so honest with each other, Dean thought.
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