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E/O Challenge: Stiff. 100 and 150 word drabbles where they're just too stubborn to give up. #1: Sam learns never to tease an angel. #2: Dean and Castiel need to remain stoic when Sam proves to be inflexible.

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Stiff-Necked

"I have seen these people," the Lord said to Moses, "and they are a stiff-necked people" - Exodus 32:9

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A/N: Sam learns never to tease an angel. 100 words. I can't help but wonder what snarky side-effects Castiel's new literary knowledge might bring.

Tease

"Dean's not been quite himself," said Sam

"Well, he's not getting any younger," Castiel sighed, "and years of injuries have taken their toll. Even angelic healing can only do so much... plus I've not been back for a while."

"Are you saying that my brother's stiff because you've not seen to him recently?" Sam smirked.

Castiel gave Sam a disappointed look. "Exactly."

Sam snorted.

"Of course," added Castiel, with a gleam in his eye, "it's probably the vigorous sex we have afterwards that's wearing him out..."

Uncrossing his fingers, he checked that Sam wasn't really choking on his own tongue.

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A/N: Dean and Castiel need to remain stoic when Sam proves to be inflexible. 150 words.

Stiff Upper Lip

"If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you..." - 'If-', Rudyard Kipling

Dean winced as, yet again, the statue they were carrying thumped against the bodywork of the Impala. "Cas," he hissed, "watch the paintwork."

Castiel shrugged in apology. "Your brother is a very tall man, and heavy... even when not transformed into stone."

"Damn medusa..."

"Fortunately, the effects do appear to be wearing off," commented Castiel, noting Sam's pallor.

"Yeah, well he's still too stiff to fold into the back seat," Dean muttered.

"Oh, watch his head!"

"I guess we did drop him a few times back there," Dean grimaced. "You don't think it'll affect his IQ, do you?"

"No, I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Okay, what?" Dean asked, picking up on Castiel's forced optimism and guilty expression.

"I... may have chipped some hair off the back," admitted the angel at last.

Dean inspected the damage, then shared a horrified look with his friend. "Well, I won't tell, if you don't."

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