Meme-y stuff x 2

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Double Drabble: The Bright Side of Life

Written for last week's drabble challenge over on Fanfiction.net. The challenge word was 'glow'

THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Sam, Dean
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: I don't own them

Never let it be said that Sam doesn't try to make the best out of a bad situation.

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Dean grinned wickedly as he clutched a tiny, wizened creature between his fingertips; "Look Sam, It's a freaking pixie. I found it running loose in the bunker's basement. Damn! Aren't they supposed to be cute?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust; "this little raisin looks like he's been painted with an ugly brush".

The squirming little creature chattered in furious indignation at Dean's remark and retaliated by firing a puff of sparkling pink dust into his tormentor's face.

Sam watched, fascinated as Dean, enveloped in a faintly glowing pink haze, began to float lightly upwards, arms and legs windmilling wildly in mid-air, until finally his back made contact with the bunker's high ceiling, leaving him dangling helplessly like an abandoned hunter-shaped, foul-mouthed, helium balloon.

"Sam. Help meeeeeeee … Don't just freaking stand there … DO SOMETHING. NOW!"

"Okay … yes," Sam stammered in reply; "I'll see what info I can rustle up from those books of faerie lore. Oh, and there might be something …"

"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Dean yelped.

"Right, I'm going," Sam replied; "Oh, by the way, while you're up there … just so you don't get bored … can you fix that lightbulb I was telling you about last week?"

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Drabble: More to an Angel than Meets the Eye

Written for last week's drabble challenge over on Fanfiction.net. The challenge word was 'glow'

MORE TO AN ANGEL THAN MEETS THE EYE

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own them

Dean's great idea – for Castiel to dress up as an angel for Hallowe'en – is not, apparently, as simple as it first appears.

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"Dean, an angel's natural form is approximately the height of the Chrysler Building, which, along with our wing span, could impede my manoeuvrability. Our halos glow with the heat of a thousand stellar nucleii, and I would need access to all the Earth's largest nuclear reactors to recreate that level of fission, and would almost certainly blind or incinerate everyone within the hemisphere. Our wings also cannot be seen in your world as they are composed of ultra-physical cosmic cellular matter which does not exist in this dimension …"

Dean sighed wearily. "So white robe, cardboard wings and tinsel halo is out of the question then?"

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