Title: If At First You Don't Succeed…

Author: PlatinumRoseLady

Disclaimer: Don't own Sam or Dean, or Castiel. If Kripke would ever like to give them to me I promise I'd take very good care of them.

Challenge Word: "Drip"

Word Count: 100 words – don't hate me because I made the Word Count, hate me because – actually don't hate me. I'm needy like that.

Players: Go to Enkidu07's page, and you'll find all the usual suspects. Resistance is futile – you will be drabbleized. We're like the Borg, only cuter.

Spoiler Alert: None, but if I had to pick a season I'd say Season Five. Because I got, and I'm quoting here "double dog dare with buggle gum, cotton candy, and shirtless Sam" to write this by The Tribble Master, who is a bigger evil influence than I could ever hope to be.

"Guys!" Castiel whined, shaking off dripping water, "That didn't work!"

Sam looked at the ferret and set down the bucket of Holy Water. "Damn." He glanced over at Dean, who was perusing a scroll. "Anything else?"

"There's two other options in here. One is to let is wear off - that'll take a month."

"No way!" Castiel squeaked. "What's the other one?"

"It involves Cas being locked in a broom closet for 24 hours…"

"That doesn't sounds so bad -" Sam began.

"With his fangirls."

The ferret shuddered.

"Just ONE month, right?" he asked timidly.

Dean sighed. "I HATE witches."