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E/O Challenge: Sport. 2 x 100 & 1 x 200 word drabbles. #1: Crowley has some disturbing ideas about sportsmanship. #2: Balthazar wants to give everything a go. #3: A hunter finds an angel in a sports bar.

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Sporting Chance

"Sport has the power to change the world. It has the power to inspire, it has the power to unite people in a way that little else does" – Nelson Mandela

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A/N: Crowley has some disturbing ideas about sportsmanship. 100 words.

That's Not Cricket

"Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play" – George Orwell

The demon frowned as Crowley just stood and watched the Winchesters run away.

"Shouldn't we go after them?" he asked finally.

Crowley gave him a self-indulgent smile. "Now where's the sport in that? No, let them get back to their clapped out old banger first."

The demon heard the roar of an engine. "We'll never catch them now," he groaned.

"Unless you want me hanging you up by your entrails you will. Besides, I had their brake and fuel lines cut. It's more fun when they think they've got away..."

The demon shuddered and vowed never to cross his boss.

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A/N: Balthazar wants to give everything a go. 100 words.

Road Test

"Sports do not build character. They reveal it" – John Wooden

Castiel nodded a greeting as Balthazar fluttered into view. They stood in silent observation of the Winchesters' play-sparring.

Sam paused for breath, waving a greeting, before wiping a muscled arm across a brow gleaming with perspiration. Balthazar turned an arched look towards Castiel.

"Such fine vessels; custom built for the greatest, most powerful of all angels. Haven't you ever been tempted, Cassie?" Balthazar asked, licking his lips.

Castiel's forehead crinkled in confusion.

"You mean you've never fancied taking them for a test drive?" Balthazar teased, rolling his eyes.

"No, that would be wrong and... unethical," gasped Castiel.

"Spoilsport," muttered Balthazar.

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A/N: A hunter finds an angel in a sports bar. 200 words.

Everyone's a Pundit

"Sports is human life in microcosm" - Howard Cosell

Dean spotted Castiel sitting in the corner of the sports bar, where the angel seemed to have made himself comfortable with a pitcher of beer and an uninterrupted view of a full screen TV.

Dean slumped down in the seat opposite. "I've looked everywhere, but I couldn't find Sam," he sighed.

"You're not out for the count by a long shot, so don't throw in the towel just yet," Castiel smiled sympathetically, tearing his eyes away from the on-screen action.

Dean shook his head as if to clear it. "I've really messed up this time, but I thought it was the only way, y'know?"

"You may have dropped the ball," agreed Castiel, "but you're into the end run and you just need to go the distance and come out fighting."

"Story of my life," muttered Dean, filling a glass from the pitcher.

"Moving the goal post's par for the course; but I've got your corner. You lead with your chin, but you're a heavy hitter who can roll with the punches. Just say the word and I'll run interference so you can get that slam dunk."

Dean blinked owlishly at Castiel. "Sheesh, how long exactly have you been in here?"

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