April Twitfics
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters ; Pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel ; Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 496
Disclaimer: I claim no right to these characters or their universe, nor do I make any profit from these stories.
Summary: Four little drabbles/twitfics from my twitter.
Author's Notes: I really thought that I'd written more of these. Oh well. Here are the twitfics I wrote in April. I'm gonna start doing some for June very soon.
Dancing
"You're like... the Darcy to Dean's Lizzie," Sam says with a smirk, "You just need to ask him to dance."
Castiel cocks his head to the side, "I don't understand that reference, but I'm not sure that would work."
"Sure it will." Sam steers Cas toward the door and whispers in a conspiritorial manner, "Dean finds dancing very agreeable."
Smiting
They're investigating a dark, abandoned warehouse when suddenly, Sam hears his brother shout in alarm.
"Dean!" Sam yells.
"I'm okay," Dean calls back, "Something crawled over my foot."
Sam starts toward the dark shape of his brother, but Castiel gets there first. There is a short burst of light in which Sam can see the angel crouched by Dean's feet, but it renders him almost blind once it dies.
"Dude," Dean's voice bursts out of the dark, "Did you just smite a cockroach?"
The Journal
Dean Winchester keeps four things with him at all times; his wallet, the keys to the 1967 Chevy Impala he calls home, a picture of the baby brother he hasn't seen in twenty-something years, and his journal.
Dean has a collection of more than fifty pocket-sized journals. He keeps the most recent one in the inner pocket of his leather jacket and the rest in the trunk of his car.
He bought the first one the day after his brother Sam was adopted.
They're filled with polaroid pictures of the places he's been, random doodles, ticket stubs from movies he liked and the first (and only) Broadway show he's ever been to...
And no matter what anyone might think, they're not diaries. They're everything Sam's missed. Dean's life After Sam.
One day he'll find him. One day he'll show him the journals.
Until then, he'll just keep driving.
Priests and Angels
Castiel uses his angel mojo to fling open the church doors, startling the priest kneeling by the altar. Sam heads straight over to the holy water while Dean approaches the distressed priest.
"Listen, Padre, in about thirty seconds a bunch of P.O.'d demons are gonna try to break through that door, so if you don't mind, we're just gonna borrow some holy water."
Right on cue, there's a loud bang against the church doors.
"You should probably hide, Father," Sam calls from where he's filling up a flask with holy water.
"What--? How--? Who are you?!"
Castiel steps up next to Dean, unfurls his wings in a flash of lightning and declares, "I am an angel of the Lord."
The priest's stare oscillates between the angel depicted in one of the church's window mosaics and the one standing in front of him. Now that Dean knows that Cas isn't actually evil, he can admit that the wing thing is pretty damn awesome. Apparently the priest thinks so too, because he drops to his knees in prayer.
Dean quickly walks forward and hoists the man to his feet, "No time for that, Padre. You wouldn't happen to have any salt laying around here, would you?"
Characters ; Pairing: Dean, Sam, Castiel ; Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 496
Disclaimer: I claim no right to these characters or their universe, nor do I make any profit from these stories.
Summary: Four little drabbles/twitfics from my twitter.
Author's Notes: I really thought that I'd written more of these. Oh well. Here are the twitfics I wrote in April. I'm gonna start doing some for June very soon.
Dancing
"You're like... the Darcy to Dean's Lizzie," Sam says with a smirk, "You just need to ask him to dance."
Castiel cocks his head to the side, "I don't understand that reference, but I'm not sure that would work."
"Sure it will." Sam steers Cas toward the door and whispers in a conspiritorial manner, "Dean finds dancing very agreeable."
Smiting
They're investigating a dark, abandoned warehouse when suddenly, Sam hears his brother shout in alarm.
"Dean!" Sam yells.
"I'm okay," Dean calls back, "Something crawled over my foot."
Sam starts toward the dark shape of his brother, but Castiel gets there first. There is a short burst of light in which Sam can see the angel crouched by Dean's feet, but it renders him almost blind once it dies.
"Dude," Dean's voice bursts out of the dark, "Did you just smite a cockroach?"
The Journal
Dean Winchester keeps four things with him at all times; his wallet, the keys to the 1967 Chevy Impala he calls home, a picture of the baby brother he hasn't seen in twenty-something years, and his journal.
Dean has a collection of more than fifty pocket-sized journals. He keeps the most recent one in the inner pocket of his leather jacket and the rest in the trunk of his car.
He bought the first one the day after his brother Sam was adopted.
They're filled with polaroid pictures of the places he's been, random doodles, ticket stubs from movies he liked and the first (and only) Broadway show he's ever been to...
And no matter what anyone might think, they're not diaries. They're everything Sam's missed. Dean's life After Sam.
One day he'll find him. One day he'll show him the journals.
Until then, he'll just keep driving.
Priests and Angels
Castiel uses his angel mojo to fling open the church doors, startling the priest kneeling by the altar. Sam heads straight over to the holy water while Dean approaches the distressed priest.
"Listen, Padre, in about thirty seconds a bunch of P.O.'d demons are gonna try to break through that door, so if you don't mind, we're just gonna borrow some holy water."
Right on cue, there's a loud bang against the church doors.
"You should probably hide, Father," Sam calls from where he's filling up a flask with holy water.
"What--? How--? Who are you?!"
Castiel steps up next to Dean, unfurls his wings in a flash of lightning and declares, "I am an angel of the Lord."
The priest's stare oscillates between the angel depicted in one of the church's window mosaics and the one standing in front of him. Now that Dean knows that Cas isn't actually evil, he can admit that the wing thing is pretty damn awesome. Apparently the priest thinks so too, because he drops to his knees in prayer.
Dean quickly walks forward and hoists the man to his feet, "No time for that, Padre. You wouldn't happen to have any salt laying around here, would you?"