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SPN100 Challenge: Use two words that mean the exact opposite of each other. (dead/alive)

DEW Challenge: Death & weekend. Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit and drabble every weekend!

Three hundred words and two challenges for the price of one. Spoilers for 10.23 Brother's Keeper.

Dean's taking some time to clear his head and get away from all the supernatural shenanigans - with mixed success.

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Death on Vacation

"And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive" - Ecclesiastes 4:2

Dean paid and nodded his thanks to the hotdog vendor. Food in hand, he made his way over to a rickety picnic table and sat down with a weary sigh of relief.

"Just one weekend," he vowed to himself, lost in his own thoughts as he gazed out to sea. Leaning forward to take a bite of his chilidog, he swore as he managed to drip sauce down his front. He turned back to the food stall and reached for the pile of napkins only to pause at the sight of the cadaverous figure whose all-too-pale, skeletal hand was already there.

"Figures I can't even make it through the first day of my vacation without running into some supernatural crap," Dean groaned on locking eyes with Death, who didn't seem much happier to see him either. "Wait, aren't you dead?" he blurted once the rest of his tired brain caught up.

"Really?" snorted Death. "It's hardly like I was alive to begin with."

Dean flushed. "Still, sorry about the whole killing you thing."

Death raised a thin eyebrow in wry amusement. "Apology accepted. I suppose turnabout is fair play; you were only returning the favor." He dabbed at his lips. "Look, can we just pretend we didn't see each other?"

Realization dawned in Dean's mind. "You're totally playing hooky from the job too, aren't you?"

"I've not had a day off in several millennia," sighed Death. "Others have proved themselves more than capable in my stead. I'm merely taking advantage of the present situation to take an extended gastronomic road trip."

"Boy, do I get that," chuckled Dean, just about stopping himself before he shoulder-checked Death.

They sat and ate in companionable silence while watching the sunset.

"Best chilidogs on the East Coast," commented Dean.

Death sniffed. "Needed more onions."

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