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SPN100 Challenge: hide. We can't always see what's right in front of us. #1: Lies and deception have found a home in the Bunker. #2: When a witch has transformed your brother into a cat, you soon learn to check under the wheels before you drive away. 100 & 200 word drabbles.

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Hide and Seek

"Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness" - Allen Ginsberg

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A/N: Lies and deception have found a home in the Bunker. 100 words

Hidden in Plain View

"Woe to those who go to great depths to hide their plans from the LORD, who do their work in darkness and think, 'Who sees us? Who will know?'" - Isaiah 29:15

Gadreel appreciated the familiarity of the Bunker with its low ceilings and endless, narrow corridors. Imprisoned for as long as the world had existed, he'd anticipated enjoying the opportunity to stretch his wings, but in reality he only felt vulnerable and nauseated.

Ezekiel had been a great leader and it proved soothing to hide behind the mask of another's face and reputation. Even his purpose was submerged like the Bunker's. Men of letters, men of lies.

And it was pleasing to have someone gaze upon him in humble supplication and awe, even if grudging.

Speaking of which...

"'Zeke," prayed Dean.

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A/N: When a witch has transformed your brother into a cat, you soon learn to check under the wheels before you drive away. 200 word version of the 'Impala & moods' prompt for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN_BigPretzel on LiveJournal.

Set during my occasional 'Sam the Cat' series that I've finally posted at A03: archiveofourown dot org slash works slash 4790084.

Neither Hide nor Hair

"An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes, an' I found myself in you" – 'Hands on the Wheel', Willie Nelson

Irritated by the heavy traffic blocking him in, Dean reversed the Impala at the first chance he got. His blood ran cold as a piercing caterwaul sounded from outside.

"Sam?" Any thoughts of the hunt were forgotten as he bolted from the car, not even taking the time to cut the ignition.

Despite no longer being a fully paid-up member of the feathered brigade, Castiel appeared on cue as if summoned by Dean's silent, but increasingly hysterical, prayers for aid.

"I think I've run over Sam," cried Dean, his tear-filled eyes wide with guilt.

Castiel paled and braced himself to remain calm before peering under the Impala. "I don't see anything," he called, the relief palpable in his voice.

"Don't cats go off and hide when they're hurt?" asked Dean, his terrified mind racing with innumerable worst-case scenarios.

"I don't think even God fully understands them," said Castiel, as he patted Dean on the arm in a vain attempt to reassure him. "You probably just startled him. I'm sure he'll be back when he feels safe."

Mishearing Castiel's words, Dean turned back to the still idling Impala.

Tail waving balefully, Sam glared up at him, unhurt, from the back seat.

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