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SPN100 Challenge: flip. Two drabbles where Dean's struggling to deal with the situation. #1 Everyone else in the room can see it. 100 words. #2: Most of it's over before Dean's awake. 150 words.
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Flipping Out
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A/N: Everyone else in the room can see it. 100 words.
What Makes You Beautiful
"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed" – 'What Makes You Beautiful', One Direction
Dean gawped at Sam in awe. It was an epiphany; like he'd never really seen his brother before.
He knew he was staring, but couldn't help himself.
Time slowed as Sam casually flipped his hair, a hand darting out to smooth the long, mahogany-like tresses behind one ear.
Sensing the attention, Sam tucked his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders. Even with his embarrassed gaze focused firmly on the ground, his smile and those boyish dimples lit up the room.
The watching women sighed as one and that was when Dean knew he'd be growing out his hair.
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A/N: Most of it's over before Dean's awake. 150 words.
Flip the Bird
"From the ceiling, my coffee cup drips, while out my window, the horizon does flips" – 'Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel', Barenaked Ladies
"You're exhausted," said Castiel. "At least let me take you home."
"No offense, Cas, but I'd rather have a coffee than an Ex-Lax," quipped Dean, raising his cup in salute. With a cheeky wink he gunned the Impala's engine to life.
Accompanied by the faint hiss of light rain and the rhythmic beat of the wiper blades, it wasn't long until the black asphalt seemed stretch out into the night.
He was sure the flip of his stomach as he awoke mid-flight was worse than any actual acrobatics of the car.
His eyelids flickered as lukewarm coffee dripped onto his face. At least he'd been wearing his seatbelt or he was sure he'd have taken a nosedive through the windshield.
"What did I tell you?" complained Castiel, looking down (up?) at him.
Ironically, the only part of Dean's body not to hurt was the middle finger of his right hand.
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