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E/O Challenge: Deadline. 3 x 100 word drabbles. #1: Back in Hell, Crowley and Abaddon (well, mainly Crowley) ponder on their final defeat. #2: Dean discovers there's a line that he really doesn't want to cross. #3: Sam's caught in the middle when an old 'friend' calls in on a debt.

I suggested 'deadline' because I've not been meeting this one recently!

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Deadlines

"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by" - Douglas Adams

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A/N: Back in Hell, Crowley and Abaddon (well, mainly Crowley) ponder on their final defeat. 100 words.

Waiting in Line

"Why do I always end up working with morons?" Crowley lamented.

Abaddon grimaced and half-heartedly punched him.

"Castiel was bad enough," Crowley winced, rubbing his arm, "with all his silly moral procrastinating, before, ironically, stabbing me in the back."

He paused. "Actually," he chuckled, "I like to think that was my influence."

Abaddon rolled her eyes.

"Don't even get me started on the idiot brothers..."

"Shut up," growled Abaddon. "I'd have gotten them eventually."

"Well, sometimes you have to meet a deadline... it certainly seems we've met ours," he said sourly, as they joined the seemingly-endless queue of the damned.

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A/N: Dean discovers there's a line that he really doesn't want to cross. 100 words.

Don't Cross the Line

"Deadline - historical: a line drawn around a prison beyond which prisoners were liable to be shot" - Oxford English Dictionary

"Why doesn't anyone ever try to escape?" Dean asked, gazing out over the empty desert plain.

"Occasionally someone tries to cross the deadline," said one emaciated prisoner. "But they don't last long."

Confused, Dean could see only a single thread strung between crooked, waist-high posts. As he approached, a colossal titan appeared with six well-muscled arms bearing a different weapon in each hand. It stood, waiting, looking from the string then back at Dean. It raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Cute dimples," joked Dean, taking two quick steps back.

He shook his head. "Let's just wait here for a while..."

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A/N: Sam's caught in the middle when an old 'friend' calls in on a debt. 100 words.

Payment Overdue

"Bring the merchandise or you won't like what happens to your brother," the woman purred down the phone. Her voice was unfamiliar, but the tone and accent...

Sam felt an icy chill run down his spine.

"Bela?"

"You didn't think Dean was the only one to get out of the Pit, did you? Besides, I so wanted to return the favor for what he did to me when we there," she added, the sarcasm dripping like acid.

A muffled scream echoed in the background. "Hurry now, if you meet the deadline he might still be pretty when you get here."

(;,;)