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E/O Challenge: Charm. 3 x 100-word drabbles. There's nothing charming about this lot. #1: Dean gets picked up. #2: Prince Charming he ain't. #3: He's just doing it wrong. All set whenever you like, no spoilers, and a bit silly. Sam's too sensible to get involved in any of these.

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Charmed, I'm Sure

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A/N: Dean gets picked up.

This Charming Man

"When in this charming car, this charming man" – 'This Charming Man', The Smiths

Dean cursed at the discovery that the spare tire was also flat. He was all alone, no reception, and in the middle of nowhere.

He watched in surprise as a black limo appeared in the distance, in amazement as it stopped beside the Impala, and in resignation as Crowley stuck his head out.

"Need a lift, dearie?"

Dean gave a cautious nod. "And you're just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?"

"Well, I can be quite charming when I want to be."

Dean looked at him askance.

"Don't worry, you're quite safe with me," laughed Crowley. "Mostly."

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A/N: Prince Charming he ain't.

Oversleeping Beauty

"Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome" – 'Prince Charming', Adam Ant

Dean had cut through the impenetrable wall of thorns, slain the dragon, and climbed the unending flight of steps to the room at the top of the tallest tower.

On the bed, suspended in time, the beautiful princess lay in graceful repose. Just one kiss was all that was needed to wake her from her hundred-year sleep.

Nothing happened at first and Dean wondered if perhaps he shouldn't have used tongue. He watched, horrified, as the maiden unfroze and aged every one of her sleeping years.

"So you're my Prince Charming?' quailed the toothless old crone, unimpressed. "What kept you?"

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A/N: He's just doing it wrong.

Not-So-Lucky Charm

Since Castiel had given him an ancient amulet of luck that morning, Dean had staggered from one near-disaster to another.

Tripping over his own feet, Dean threw the trinket down on the floor in disgust. "Cas, are you sure this thing ain't cursed?"

Castiel retrieved the talisman with a sigh. He held it to one ear and shook it, then looked at it briefly before turning it over and flicking a small switch on its reverse. He tossed it back to Dean, who caught it awkwardly.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that sometimes you have to turn on the charm?"

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