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E/O Challenge: Old. 3 x 100 word drabbles set one after another where Dean's beginning to feel his age. #1: Driving back from LARPing, Dean and Charlie have a difference of opinion over technology. #2: Dean meets Sam for breakfast, but he's still not forgiven Charlie. #3: And what do the young know anyway? Spoiler free!
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Never Getting Old
"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old" - George Burns
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Please be Kind, Re-Wind
A/N: Driving back from LARPing, Dean and Charlie have a difference of opinion over technology. 100 words. This drabble definitely dates me! As I wrote it, I did wonder how many readers would even understand what Charlie is doing...
Charlie paused in the midst of tape re-winding. "I had fun today."
"Because you won, y'highness."
"Thanks to your excellent strategizing," Charlie snorted, frowning at the poor condition of 'Kill 'Em All'.
Dean waved a dismissive hand, but his quirked lips and pink-tipped ears told another story.
"Nah, you're like my secret weapon," insisted Charlie. She turned back to the cassette. "I don't know how you can listen to this."
"They don't make music like that anymore."
"Well, it's maybe a little too autobiographical, but I was talking about this old tech. Would it kill you to get an iShuffle?"
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Vilified Vehicle
A/N: Dean meets Sam for breakfast, but he's still not forgiven Charlie. 100 words.
"You okay?" Sam asked, although the answer was clearly 'no' as Dean stormed into the diner, clearly agitated as he ranted and raved under his breath.
"I love her like a sister, Sammy, but there're some lines you just don't cross..."
Sam stirred his oatmeal and rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, she badmouthed the car."
"My Baby isn't just any car," Dean bristled. He lowered his voice, but the depth of the emotional hurt was obvious. "Charlie said she was old."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, isn't it?"
"She," Dean growled in correction. "My Baby's not old, she's classic."
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A Good Vintage
A/N: And what do the young know anyway? Set just after the last drabble. 100 words.
"Come on," said Sam, "we should get back to it."
When no answer was forthcoming, he looked around to discover Dean's attention had been captured by a lively group of young women at the next table. Sam rolled his eyes and coughed. "Jailbait!"
"I'm just being friendly," Dean protested, turning back to the girls with an even wider grin.
The objects of his attention dissolved into giggles. "He's kinda cute for an old guy," one whispered.
Dean scowled, threw down a couple of bills, and stood. "C'mon Sammy, time's a wastin'" he grumbled.
"So are you classic, too?" Sam smirked.
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