Supernatural Collaborative Project Outline
The Supernatural fandom is a diverse, creative, and multi-talented fandom; and as much fun as I had participating in the first #LetsDrawSherlock event and watching others do so as well, I would love to bring that experience to this fandom too, in order to showcase its diversity of art and style and creative energy, in a similar fashion. :)
This is the End.
My second tribute to the S8 FInale. Yeah, yeah, the angels falling scene again… ^^;;
This one’s called ‘The Dark.’ I drew it right after Cas saved Sam from his hallucinations. :(
Aww, thank you! You just brightened my day :)
there was a joke about sexting somewhere in here
my brothers say that if this gets 500,000 notes i get to get out of the cage
goddammit we’re getting you out of hell ourselves
if we get enough notes we need to take a screen shot and tweet it to the writers.
getting tickled is seriously the worse kind of torture
this is fucking adorable.
Omg, tickling Cas and his wings flailing about. I can only see poor Sam getting thrown into the wall so many times…
oki what the FUCK are you guys doing
what are all those notes
are u sick
Dude. I can picture them finding out Cas is ticklish. Sam would hold his arms while Dean went to town on him until the angel CRIED from laughing so hard and so much. What’s family for if not to exploit your weaknesses for their amusement. And yours.
Sam wakes up when something heavy hits his back.
He twists away from the wall in the tiny hotel room, hand going for the knife under the mattress, turns to face the threat, and gets a mouthful of feathers.
“Dean!” he gasps out, because after gently - as much as possible, at least, with how much they were flapping around and twitching - separating two long feathers to get a good look at the room, he can see Dean has pinned Cas down on the bed and is in the process of tickling the poor angel to death.
He has to admit, he’d never heard Cas laugh, not this long or this joyously. And Cas’s face is relaxed, open, mouth wide and head thrown back, hands flailing, as Dean sneaks his fingers into armpits and the soft belly, along the ribs and even in the dips of Cas’s collarbones.
Still. Someone has to act the grownup here.
“Dean, oh my god, how old are you?” he demands, trying to get off the bed - Cas’s wing is heavy and forceful and slapping at Sam’s chest - and get to Dean. “Let go of him!”
Dean pauses, and then lowers his head down to Cas’s ear. They both turn to look at Sam and Sam gets that sinking feeling all younger siblings do when their elder sibling stares at them like that.
“No, Dean, don’t even - “
Dean half-pounces, half-flops across to Sam’s bed as Cas pulls his wings back and gives Dean the opportunity to slam Sam down onto the bed. Sam yelps, because he hates being tickled, it is pure torture, and then suddenly Cas is leaning over Sam’s head.
“Cas - ” he begins, but that smile hasn’t left Cas’s face and suddenly Cas is tickling him too, and it’s four in the morning and they’re shrieking like toddlers and it is the best fun Sam can remember ever having in a long, long time.
AHHHHHHHHHH that story!
GUYS WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING THIS WHY ARE YOU REBLOGGING THIS ARE WE IN NEED OF SO MUCH FLUFF IN THIS FANDOM HUH ARE WE ARE WE
Memories of You and I [PG - Gen]
Fic by Akintay - Art by P.M
Sam doesn’t touch Dean’s things at first.
He puts Dean’s duffel bag inside the trunk, nestled carefully between Dean’s array of weapons. Ever since Sam can remember their bags have been the only privacy they really had, the only place to hide stuff, store something that you want to be just yours. There’s an unspoken rule that they can’t touch each other’s bags without permission that only got broken a couple of times when they were bratty, snoopy teenagers.
Even now this rule hasn’t changed for Sam. Because Dean will come back, Sam will bring him back. It’s just a matter of when. And then, once Sam has figured out a way to get Dean out of hell, he’ll want his things, and Sam knows Dean is going to throw a fit if they’re not untouched. One time, they stopped talking to Sam for a week when Sam borrowed a t-shirt from him without asking. Dean’s touchy about his stuff like that.
But then, a few weeks after Dean dies, Sam gets hurt hunting a wendigo, a big gash on his leg that require stitches. Their medical kit is stuffed with all kinds of crap, but the one thing missing is suture.
For a split second, Sam considers driving to the next store he can find, but he has blood seeping through his torn jeans and it’s the middle of the night and Sam knows Dean has the stuff he needs in his duffel bag.
Still, Sam hesitates longer than he should before he limps out of his motel room to the car. Dean might not like Sam going through his things, but Sam figures he’s going to like coming back to Sam having bled out in some motel room in the middle of nowhere even less. And it’s not like Sam is snooping; he’s not even really gonna look at any of Dean’s stuff.
Dean’s duffel bag is full of his things, which, yeah, is not surprising, but it makes Sam’s chest clench painfully. He riffles through t-shirts and jeans and button-downs quickly, trying not to think about it.
“A thread. Dental floss. Anything,” he mutters to himself, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. It works until his fingers brush against paper, thick and smooth. Without thinking about it, he pulls it out, curious, and before his mind catches up and tells him to stop, to not look at it because it’s Dean’s, he catches a glimpse of what he’s holding in his fingers.
hey hey guys i almost forgot to say THANK YOU for helping me get some some signed Haiti swag! We raised like $600 in a week last week which was pretty friggin awesome. I’ll post a picture of it whenever it comes in the mail ~
super super kudos to bec for goin crazy and raising an amazing amount of money in a week :D you sure as hell earned that misha fairytale. can’t wait to (fingers crossed) see you on the trip!!
OH MY GOD CONGRATS BEC
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