Twitfics
Title: Just a Drake I Can Dress Real Cute
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Castiel is being followed by a group of ducklings and Dean thinks it is adorable.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for ivotedforsaxon in cloudyjenn's Twitfic Exchange. The prompt was "Dean/Castiel, Dean is pretty sure that Castiel being followed by a group of baby ducks is the most adorable thing ever."
"Cas come on. Let's go," Dean calls behind him trying to make his way to the Impala. He hears a strangled 'Dean' behind him so he sighs and turns around. The sight he's met with is too...cute for words.
There's six mallard ducklings pooled at Castiel's feet and he keeps trying to inch away but they keep following him. "They won't stop following me," he tells Dean. He looks down at the ducklings who look up expectantly at him. "Ducks go home," he commands. He's answered with tiny quacks of protest. Castiel sighs and flutters out of the park.
The ducks pause and squawk loudly. It's a sad sound. Castiel pops up next to Dean. The ducks perk up and chase after him in a single line. Castiel frowns at Dean. "I'm sorry. We're going to be late," he sidesteps away from the ducks.
Five of the ducks follow Castiel to the grass while one stays behind to pick at Dean's laces. He laughs at how cute the damn thing is. Castiel is trying to outrun the ducks on the grass but they keep chasing after him. And that has the be the cutest thing he's ever seen. He's not even embarrassed.
"No rush."
Title: Hustling
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean teaches Cas how to play pool; Cas may know more than Dean thinks.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for darksilvercat for the Twitfic Exchange for the prompt "Dean teaches Cas how to play pool"
This would be a piece of cake, Dean thought.
"Just like we practiced, Cas," Dean told him. Castiel nodded and leaned down to break. Dean's hand ghosted right over Castiel's hips before he realized that they weren't in practice mode anymore and Castiel was a big boy and could break on his own. He stayed pressed close against his back though.
He hit the cue ball and it went sailing across the table. It was a nice break, Dean admitted, even if it did pocket the 8 ball.
Castiel turned to face Dean. He had an eager expression on his face. "Like that?"
As much as Dean wanted to tell him that he actually just lost, he couldn't force himself to do it. Castiel was the one who stood next to Dean and practically begged him. "Teach me."
Dean bit his lip to keep from laughing in Castiel's face. It was gonna be a long night. "Yeah, Cas. Just like that. But don't pocket the 8 ball this time alright?"
Castiel nodded. "Alright. Rack 'em up," he told Dean, with a fond smile on his face. Dean rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the table to do exactly that. "And this time if I win you buy me a drink and Sam gets his own room tonight."
Dean grinned at him. "If I win Sam gets his own room tonight and I get to choose where we eat tomorrow."
"Deal."
*
Dean didn't realize until he was laying content in bed with Cas hours later that he had indirectly taught Castiel how to hustle.
Title: Only God Knows Where We Stuck It
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Gen (Dean/Castiel and possibly Sam/Gabriel if you squint, I guess.)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When boredom struck one mile felt like three. With Gabriel in the car it felt like ten.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for pandionpandeus in the Twitfic Exchange. Prompt was Winchester and angels playing wildlife bingo.
When boredom struck one mile felt like three. With Gabriel in the car it felt like ten.
Dean resisted the urge to slam the brakes and forcibly kick Gabriel out after his final bout of boredom. He settled or gritting his teeth into the mirror. "I didn't tell you to come. You can just zap there couldn't you?"
Gabriel's jaw dropped in the reflection of the mirror. "And miss all of this bonding? Wouldn't dream of it. Top notch soundtrack you have going on, by the way.'
Dean didn't comment on it. He just felt bad for Cas because he was the one stuck back there with him.
"We could play a car game," Sam offered from beside him. Dean rolled his eyes and tried to ignore him. Sam and his ideas.
Castiel sat up forwards so he was in between Dean and Sam's seats in the front. "A car game?"
"Yeah, you play them so you won't be bored on long car rides. There's a bunch of them. There's slug bug...but there's not really any other cars out here. There's I-spy or wildlife bingo--"
He's interrupted by Gabriel. "I don't know if you've noticed but there's really not a lot of wildlife out here."
Dean smirked. "Really? There's a pest in the back seat," he quipped.
Sam groaned. "Dean," he warned.
Dean opened his mouth to retort back at his brother but Castiel spoke up first. "I would like to play this wildlife bingo game. I feel I could really, whoop Gabriel, as Dean would say."
Gabriel turned to him. "Really? It's on."
Dean turned back to the road. Cas was such a traitor.
*
Dean tried his best not to pay any attention to the game. He had his tapes playing his favorite songs and his baby sliding through the freeway so perfectly, he didn't even need to pay attention to their stupid little game.
And if Sam would tell him that he was silently cheering Cas on because he kept smiling whenever Cas found something, he was lying. That was only because Sam was losing.
He tried to tune out all the animals names being called out. He stopped looking over after twenty minutes because, really, they were just stupid animals that he's seen a million times before.
After Gabriel brought his points higher than Sam and then soon higher than Cas he started paying a little bit more attention.
After Gabriel called out a 'Liger' and there was one on the side of the road, Dean had to interject. "Is that a liger?"
Gabriel didn't comment and Dean didn't expect him to.
It was forgotten for a while until Dean had to slam on his brakes because of the dinosaur sitting in the middle of the lane. Dean couldn't believe it. He spun around to glare at Gabriel. "Did you conjure up a freakin' Brontosaurus?"
Gabriel lifted up his shoulders. "Actually the correct term is Apatosaurus and I believe it is my point."
Dean was flabbergasted. "You can't...make up animals out of thin air. That's cheating, Gabriel."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Right, I'm the only angel in the car that is creating animals out of thin air." Castiel was looking out the window, not bothering to acknowledge anybody else in the car which was enough evidence for Dean.
Dean held up his hand. "That's it. Next angel who creates an animal that is not supposed to be here, both of you get doused in Holy Oil."
Castiel looked at Dean with narrowed eyes. "You wouldn't dare."
Dean challenged Cas. "Oh I would if it meant getting rid of that joker."
They only broke eye contact when Dean turned back to drive around the raptor. He noticed how quiet everyone was and smiled to himself. This was more like it. He turned up the volume and they continued on their way.
End.
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Castiel is being followed by a group of ducklings and Dean thinks it is adorable.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for ivotedforsaxon in cloudyjenn's Twitfic Exchange. The prompt was "Dean/Castiel, Dean is pretty sure that Castiel being followed by a group of baby ducks is the most adorable thing ever."
"Cas come on. Let's go," Dean calls behind him trying to make his way to the Impala. He hears a strangled 'Dean' behind him so he sighs and turns around. The sight he's met with is too...cute for words.
There's six mallard ducklings pooled at Castiel's feet and he keeps trying to inch away but they keep following him. "They won't stop following me," he tells Dean. He looks down at the ducklings who look up expectantly at him. "Ducks go home," he commands. He's answered with tiny quacks of protest. Castiel sighs and flutters out of the park.
The ducks pause and squawk loudly. It's a sad sound. Castiel pops up next to Dean. The ducks perk up and chase after him in a single line. Castiel frowns at Dean. "I'm sorry. We're going to be late," he sidesteps away from the ducks.
Five of the ducks follow Castiel to the grass while one stays behind to pick at Dean's laces. He laughs at how cute the damn thing is. Castiel is trying to outrun the ducks on the grass but they keep chasing after him. And that has the be the cutest thing he's ever seen. He's not even embarrassed.
"No rush."
Title: Hustling
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Dean teaches Cas how to play pool; Cas may know more than Dean thinks.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for darksilvercat for the Twitfic Exchange for the prompt "Dean teaches Cas how to play pool"
This would be a piece of cake, Dean thought.
"Just like we practiced, Cas," Dean told him. Castiel nodded and leaned down to break. Dean's hand ghosted right over Castiel's hips before he realized that they weren't in practice mode anymore and Castiel was a big boy and could break on his own. He stayed pressed close against his back though.
He hit the cue ball and it went sailing across the table. It was a nice break, Dean admitted, even if it did pocket the 8 ball.
Castiel turned to face Dean. He had an eager expression on his face. "Like that?"
As much as Dean wanted to tell him that he actually just lost, he couldn't force himself to do it. Castiel was the one who stood next to Dean and practically begged him. "Teach me."
Dean bit his lip to keep from laughing in Castiel's face. It was gonna be a long night. "Yeah, Cas. Just like that. But don't pocket the 8 ball this time alright?"
Castiel nodded. "Alright. Rack 'em up," he told Dean, with a fond smile on his face. Dean rolled his eyes and walked to the other side of the table to do exactly that. "And this time if I win you buy me a drink and Sam gets his own room tonight."
Dean grinned at him. "If I win Sam gets his own room tonight and I get to choose where we eat tomorrow."
"Deal."
*
Dean didn't realize until he was laying content in bed with Cas hours later that he had indirectly taught Castiel how to hustle.
Title: Only God Knows Where We Stuck It
Author: stfu_pwentzz
Pairing: Gen (Dean/Castiel and possibly Sam/Gabriel if you squint, I guess.)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When boredom struck one mile felt like three. With Gabriel in the car it felt like ten.
Disclaimer: This is an act of fiction. I don’t own any of the characters just the plot.
Author Notes: Written for pandionpandeus in the Twitfic Exchange. Prompt was Winchester and angels playing wildlife bingo.
When boredom struck one mile felt like three. With Gabriel in the car it felt like ten.
Dean resisted the urge to slam the brakes and forcibly kick Gabriel out after his final bout of boredom. He settled or gritting his teeth into the mirror. "I didn't tell you to come. You can just zap there couldn't you?"
Gabriel's jaw dropped in the reflection of the mirror. "And miss all of this bonding? Wouldn't dream of it. Top notch soundtrack you have going on, by the way.'
Dean didn't comment on it. He just felt bad for Cas because he was the one stuck back there with him.
"We could play a car game," Sam offered from beside him. Dean rolled his eyes and tried to ignore him. Sam and his ideas.
Castiel sat up forwards so he was in between Dean and Sam's seats in the front. "A car game?"
"Yeah, you play them so you won't be bored on long car rides. There's a bunch of them. There's slug bug...but there's not really any other cars out here. There's I-spy or wildlife bingo--"
He's interrupted by Gabriel. "I don't know if you've noticed but there's really not a lot of wildlife out here."
Dean smirked. "Really? There's a pest in the back seat," he quipped.
Sam groaned. "Dean," he warned.
Dean opened his mouth to retort back at his brother but Castiel spoke up first. "I would like to play this wildlife bingo game. I feel I could really, whoop Gabriel, as Dean would say."
Gabriel turned to him. "Really? It's on."
Dean turned back to the road. Cas was such a traitor.
*
Dean tried his best not to pay any attention to the game. He had his tapes playing his favorite songs and his baby sliding through the freeway so perfectly, he didn't even need to pay attention to their stupid little game.
And if Sam would tell him that he was silently cheering Cas on because he kept smiling whenever Cas found something, he was lying. That was only because Sam was losing.
He tried to tune out all the animals names being called out. He stopped looking over after twenty minutes because, really, they were just stupid animals that he's seen a million times before.
After Gabriel brought his points higher than Sam and then soon higher than Cas he started paying a little bit more attention.
After Gabriel called out a 'Liger' and there was one on the side of the road, Dean had to interject. "Is that a liger?"
Gabriel didn't comment and Dean didn't expect him to.
It was forgotten for a while until Dean had to slam on his brakes because of the dinosaur sitting in the middle of the lane. Dean couldn't believe it. He spun around to glare at Gabriel. "Did you conjure up a freakin' Brontosaurus?"
Gabriel lifted up his shoulders. "Actually the correct term is Apatosaurus and I believe it is my point."
Dean was flabbergasted. "You can't...make up animals out of thin air. That's cheating, Gabriel."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Right, I'm the only angel in the car that is creating animals out of thin air." Castiel was looking out the window, not bothering to acknowledge anybody else in the car which was enough evidence for Dean.
Dean held up his hand. "That's it. Next angel who creates an animal that is not supposed to be here, both of you get doused in Holy Oil."
Castiel looked at Dean with narrowed eyes. "You wouldn't dare."
Dean challenged Cas. "Oh I would if it meant getting rid of that joker."
They only broke eye contact when Dean turned back to drive around the raptor. He noticed how quiet everyone was and smiled to himself. This was more like it. He turned up the volume and they continued on their way.
End.