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E/O Challenge: Corner. 2 x 100 and 1 x 200-word drabbles. #1: Dean is not having the time of his life. #2: Sam and Dean 'discuss' the possibility of a life after hunting. #3: Dean doesn't even know what he's thinking.

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Cornering the Market on Angst

"Take the corner, going to crash" – 'Fuel', Metallica

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A/N: Dean is not having the time of his life. Set whenever.

Towed Off

Sam watched his brother with a combination of concern and amusement as Dean ranted and raved.

"How dare they," he muttered over and over, under his breath.

"Hey man, chill. I know it was a shock to find the car gone, but at least now we've got it back okay."

Dean stopped and rounded on Sam with a look of betrayed incredulity. "That's not even the half of it!" he hissed out through gritted teeth.

He motioned to his beloved Impala on the other side of the pound. "Bad enough they towed her, but nobody puts Baby in a corner!"

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A/N: Sam and Dean 'discuss' the possibility of a life after hunting. Set season 8, no spoilers.

Be Careful What You Wish For

They had been walking down the street, talking over their missing persons case, when their conversation had soon derailed.

"All I'm saying is that, is this really it for the rest of our lives?"

"How else can you live with what you know about the world?"

"I think we've done more than our fair share."

"Maybe... But, do you really want to live some humdrum nine-to-five?"

"Normal doesn't have to be boring."

Dean snorted. "Well, I like not knowing what's going to happen next."

Around the corner the waiting vampire grinned, more than happy to give him what he wanted.

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A/N: Dean doesn't even know what he's thinking. Minuscule spoilers and some conjecture for season 8. 200 words.

Decisions, Decisions

As Dean stared out of the windshield he mused that he often didn't know why he chose to do the things he did.

It's just that he'd learned the hard way that when his instincts kicked in, it was seldom a good idea to ignore them. Although, even he made the odd poor decision. The trick was telling them apart. Must learn that someday.

The brief truce between him and Sam was in tatters, ended almost before it had begun, and things with both Cas and Benny were strained to say the least.

Which is maybe why he found himself alone at midnight, parked at a deserted crossroads.

"Tell me this isn't what it looks like," came the British accent from the backseat.

Dean looked up in shock to see Crowley's reflection in the rear-view mirror.

"What would you know?" Dean growled.

"Oh please," mocked Crowley, "I cornered the market on angst centuries ago. Whatever it is... no deal. I'm not gonna let you get yourself into something I can't get myself out of."

Crowley laughed at Dean's spluttering denial. "Just get out of here. Be sure to give my love to the Moose."

With a wink he was gone.

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