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E/O Challenge: Dip. 2 x 100 & 1 x 150-word drabbles where no one gets quite what they were expecting. #1: Dean is hot and gets naked with unexpected results. #2: In a strangely domestic scene, Dean explains his methods. #3: The perils of double dipping.
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Dip into the Unexpected
"No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected" - Julius Caesar
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A/N: Dean is hot and gets naked with unexpected results.
Skinny Dip
It had been a long, sticky journey and they'd parked up by a lake in the middle of nowhere. Dean pushed open the door in an attempt to relieve the car's stifling interior.
"I'm melting," he groaned.
Sam grunted, too irritable to reply.
Dean gazed out over the lake. "Fancy a skinny dip?" he grinned, as Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean shucked off his clothes and dived into the cool water. He sniggered as he felt a hand wrap around his ankle and he kicked out with his other foot. "Changed your mind?"
"What's that?" called Sam from the bank.
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A/N: In a strangely domestic scene, Dean explains his methods. Reference to 4.17 It's a Terrible Life.
Dip in the Market
Dean smiled at Castiel, as the ex-angel placed an espresso in front of him, before turning back to his Wall Street Journal. "Man, another dip in the market..."
Sam blinked in confusion. "Since when d'you care about stocks?"
"You didn't notice our recent lack of credit card fraud?"
"No?" Sam floundered.
"I guess Zachariah was good for something," Dean sighed.
"Oh... Hang on, weren't you director of marketing?"
"Luckily, I learned the advantages of diversifying my portfolio."
Sam sat open-mouthed until Castiel set down a plate of eggs in front of Dean.
"So that's what you call it," Sam muttered.
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A/N: The perils of double dipping.
Double Dip Regression
"Well, I'm sorry, Timmy, but I don't dip that way" – George, 'Seinfeld' (The Implant)
Sam looked up from the ancient Latin text, distracted by a loud crunching. He wrinkled his nose in distaste at the sight of Dean single-mindedly plowing his way through the bowl of chips that Bobby had slammed down on the table earlier while muttering about "damn Winchesters eating me outta house and home".
"Do you mind?" Sam growled.
"But I'm hungry," Dean whined around a full mouth as he sprayed crumbs in all directions. Ignoring Sam's cries of distress, he poked at a nearby Tupperware, opened it, and took a cautious sniff.
"Dude, did you just double dip? Gross!" complained Sam, helping himself to the tangy, savory mixture before Dean could contaminate it any further.
Dean snatched back the container. "Well, I'm sorry, Sammy, but I just dip that way," he laughed.
Bobby approached with an appalled expression. "Did you idjits just eat the last of my eye of newt?"
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A/N: Wifey McWiferson wanted to know how we came by our pen names. Nothing to do with Game of Thrones, at school I wanted a tag and I liked the idea of something slightly mischievous with a sly sense of humour - the Y instead of an I is just an affectation - and *cough* years later I'm still using it!
(;.;)