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SPN100 Challenge: scrub
DEW Challenge: any character of your choice & storms
While Dean's away, Sam might not play, but he's not picking up after himself either. Can Castiel save the day? 200-word drabble.
Written for the 'Drabbles Every Weekend' challenge at SPN BigPretzel on LiveJournal. You should come visit, it's always clean and tidy here!
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Scrubbing up a Storm
"Hello, Sam," called Castiel, looking dubiously around the bunker. He decided that the place might only have appeared more disordered if an actual storm had hit it. "So, I'm assuming Dean's not back yet?"
Sam gave a gasping cry and sprang to his feet, simultaneously stepping in last night's dinner as well as knocking over his laptop and a precariously piled stack of empty juice boxes. "Sheesh, that's today? He's gonna kill me!"
Castiel watched bemused as Sam ran around like a whirlwind in a vain attempt at instilling some order in his surroundings.
Sam's face dropped in horror at the distinctive sound of the Impala pulling up outside. "Cas, man, you gotta help me. I know Dean likes to pretend to everyone he's a slob, but... I've seen him scrub blood spatter out of the floor until it sparkled."
Castiel shook his head good-naturedly but obligingly clicked his fingers, rendering the bunker spotless in an instant.
"Hey guys," called Dean as he made his way down the staircase. Sam scarcely dared to breathe as he watched his brother pause and gaze around suspiciously.
Dean's eyes narrowed, and he sniffed dismissively. "Sam, did you even dust while I was away?"
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