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E/O Challenge: Red. 'Tricolor' a set of three 100-word SuperWho drabbles. Three mysterious British strangers offer help while passing by. Set in an optimistic post-SPN-S7 future. No spoilers.

A/N: Decided to do something a little different for Christmas – hope you enjoy it!

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Tricolor

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Red

The blonde beckoned enticingly. Without realizing he was ensorcelled, Dean started walking towards her.

"Oi, ugly, get off him!"

Dean watched transfixed as a gorgeous redhead pelted the blonde with rocks.

With a hiss of anger, the blonde transformed into a hideous hag and fled.

"You okay, mate?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Red," he gulped. His pulse raced as he became hyperaware of the reassuring hand she laid on his arm.

"Damn Carrionites," she muttered.

"You're a hunter?" cooed Dean, thoroughly smitten.

"Nah, just a tourist, waiting for my ride," she sniffed, "and my husband."

She swaggered off, laughing at his expression.

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White

Staring at a world painted white by the snow falling like his melancholy tears, Cas barely noticed the gangling man approach.

"Hello. You alright?"

Cas turned, the age behind those young eyes startling him into sharing, "How can I make amends for hurting those I love?"

"Well, cutting yourself off doesn't work, trust me. Just keep going through the motions until you believe it."

"And how long does that take?"

"I'll tell you when I find out," he sighed, "Happy Christmas, Castiel." Waving goodbye he disappeared into the night.

It was only then Cas realized he'd never mentioned his name.

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Blue

Sam pushed his thumb into the wound on his hand, welcoming the pain.

A man unlocking a nearby portacabin noticed the blood on the ground, "You need help?"

At Sam's odd look he laughed, "I'm a nurse."

He cast a critical eye over the wound. "You're doing this to yourself?"

Sam nodded, shamefaced.

"There someone you can talk to?"

"Yeah, but it's complicated... I don't wanna let him down."

"I know that feeling," he huffed, re-bandaging finished.

Sam was distracted by a grinding, echoing noise. When he turned back the man was gone and so was the strange blue box.

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