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E/O Challenge: Play. 3 x 100-word drabbles. #1: Playtime's over. #2: Dean's found a play date, luckily Sam calls ahead. #3: Crowley takes an unexpected timeout. It's still disturbing for everyone else though.
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Playing the Part
"A stage, where every man must play a part, and mine a sad one" – Antonio, 'The Merchant of Venice', William Shakespeare
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A/N: Playtime's over. Set at a future date. Alternate Universe. Horror. Inspired by Aireon_Maris's pre-series draft of "Three Weeks in Hell".
Wake Up
"Wakey wakey, rise and shine..."
Dean couldn't quite place the rasping voice. The last thing he remembered was a screaming match with Sam, before he'd flipped the Impala.
He jolted in terror when he opened his eyes to find himself back on the rack with a grinning Alastair leaning over him.
"How?"
Alastair smirked. "Amazing what the mind will do to escape torment. You've been hallucinating for... about ten minutes. "
Dean whimpered.
"Normally, I don't let them play out, but you're so inventive. That crazy angel-vessel idea was a kinky touch..."
Dean's screams died as his eyes faded to black.
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A/N: Dean's found a play date, luckily Sam calls ahead. Set anytime. From an idea proposed by BoazPriestly on Tumblr
Everybody Comes to Rick's
"Are you sure this place is honest?" – Casablanca
They'd split up to cover more ground. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
When Dean stepped into a bar, just for research purposes, the bartender gave him an odd grin. Dean wondered if it was because the place was near-empty, until everyone's eyes turned black.
"Of all the gin joints, in all the world, he walks into mine," misquoted the barman as the demonic patrons subdued Dean.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean muttered
As if on cue, Dean's cellphone started to play its exorcism ringtone, driving out all but the barman.
"Play it again, Sam," prayed Dean.
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A/N: Crowley takes an unexpected timeout. It's still disturbing for everyone else though. Crowley's PoV. Set season 8-ish, no spoilers. More Crowley subtext nonsense.
Soothing the Savage
"Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast" – 'The Mourning Bride' (1697), William Congreve
What was it with the Winchesters? They were so... infuriating... as they lurched from one angst-filled disaster to another.
He'd had them tracked down in a matter of hours.
He was surprised to find Dean strumming on an old guitar, the Jolly Naïve Giant seemingly absent.
A couple of songs later, he commented, "You've actually got quite a pleasant singing voice."
Dean shot to his feet in alarm.
"Relax, play on," he soothed. "This is one game two can play, but both can win."
"Huh?"
"All work and no play makes Crowley a dull boy," he purred with a wink.
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