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E/O Challenge: Busy. 3 x 100-word drabbles about seeking something. #1: Can Sam's transgression ever be forgiven? #2: Castiel and Sam compare recipes for repentance. #3: Loose lips sink ships.
A/N: Can Sam's transgression ever be forgiven? Set pre-season 7.
"I'm back," called Sam, stepping into the motel room.
Dean gave a disinterested grunt, not bothering to look up from the laptop.
"Got you a double-bacon cheeseburger," Sam added in a placating tone, setting the take-out bag in front of his brother.
Dean pushed it to one side. "Not hungry."
"O-kay. How 'bout we go to a bar? On me."
"Whatcha doing?" Sam asked, trying to keep his voice light.
Dean ignored him for a moment. "Research."
"Yeah? Whatcha looking for?"
"A decent garage."
"Oh man, how many times have I gotta say sorry for scratching the car?"
A/N: Castiel and Sam compare recipes for repentance. Set post-season 7.
Following the enticing scent of apples and honey, Sam found Castiel hard at work in the kitchen.
"Smells great, what you cooking?"
A harried-looking, flour-coated Castiel looked up, busy kneading dough.
"Couple of pies, some pastries and I'm making bread."
"Cool. What's the occasion?"
Castiel's face crumpled. "I wanted to show Dean I'm sorry and willing to make amends."
"Cas, you're his best friend. Actually, his only friend."
"It says here the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
Sam tossed the Cosmo aside. "That bottomless pit? Believe me, just buy him a beer and he'll be fine."
A/N: Loose lips sink ships. OCs only. No Winchesters were harmed while writing this fanfic.
"We hear that some among you are idle and disruptive. They are not busy; they are busybodies." - 2 Thessalonians 3:11
Grundy hurried over to the stranger busy poking around the rental opposite; he recognized a claims investigator when he saw one.
"I knew they were suspicious. They said they was brothers."
"At their age? Not spoken to mine for forty years! Said their name was Smith, but Ernie at the post office reckoned their PO box was under Winchester."
The stranger looked up in sudden interest.
"They had car troubles. I sent 'em to Haynes on Route 311. They just gone, but you can prob'ly still catch 'em."
"You've been most helpful," smiled the stranger, his eyes turning black.