Summary: Tweetfics from my frostygossamer account, for those that don't Twitter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its fandom, its characters or anything connected to them. I do not make money or profit in any way from this fan fiction.
A/N: These are the Supernatural microfiction tweets from my Twitter account frostygossamer. I generally tweet at least one a day. I also tweet some Merlin, Sherlock and Doctor Who. Take a look. Follow me if you're interested. Tweet me if you have something nice to say. ;)
Tweetfics (1-10) by frostygossamer
"Tell me this," Dean asked. "How'd'ya run away from home when home's a whole freakin' country?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Keep trying, I guess?"
Castiel suddenly appeared in the room. "Awesome," Dean exclaimed. Sam had been trying to frighten him out of hiccups for an hour.
"You know how difficult it is to find a good dry cleaner in Arkansas?" Crowley grouched, flicking the brain matter off of his sleeve.
"WHY?!" Sam gasps, clutching the dying girl to his chest. "She's only a rabid, half-wendigo, half-rugaru, vermin-infested innocent!"
AU Time traveller Dean lowers his smoking pistol. Sam lies dead in his cot. "Well, that saved the world onehelluvalotta angst," he smirks.
Dean's greedy mouth was grossly stuffed with cotton candy. "Hacking fluff," he growled. "Gesundheit!" responded his brother.
Dean is sitting alone in a diner, eating a salad, when in walks his brother. "Cristo!" Sam yelps. Dean flinches.
One hand on the door, Ruby glances at the debauched ruin that was Sam. "Pity," she thinks. "The guy's almost BAD enough to turn good for."
Sam is overemoting again. Dean stares at him in disbelief. "It was only a stuffed damn bear," he comments, "not the freakin' Easter Bunny."
Bobby watched over his boys while seated on a cumulonimbus. "Dean was right," he remarked to himself sagely. "That boy needs a haircut."
TBC
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