Today I got to go on one of our runs to more rural shelters to help relieve overcrowding there. We ended up bringing back 21 kittens and 10 dogs. So fun day. But this morning, while I was getting stuff together in preparation for the 90 minute drive…. This happened.
Excuse you Tiniest Opossum, but you are NOT allowed to escape through the front bars of the cat carrier we were housing you in. I’m going to put you back.
“NO!”
I am going to catch you and put you back and you have no say in this matter.
“NO!”
Catching you and putting you back now.
“NOOOOOO!”
Aaaand back you go. Let go of the purple towel and go in the cardboard box.
“Noooooooooooo!”
A good, weird, smelly cat
IM SCREAMING ITS SO SMOL
HOW????????
@eruthiawenluin I’m hijacking this post (apologies) to remind you of your brilliant suggestion that Sam get a pet Opossum because Imagine Tol Boi Sammy having this Smol Bean as a pet like how is this not perfect?
Dean’s been pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth.
He knows he can’t look for his brother, only God knows where he went, and Dean doesn’t think there’s a God anymore.
He closes his eyes, blocking out the noise, blocking out the commotion, blocking out Mary’s voice of Dean, Dean, are you okay, do you know if we can find Sam or Jack, could they kill Lucifer, and Dean just shakes his head, finally answering her.
“I don’t know, Mom-”
An explosion, dust is everywhere, there’s an enormous cloud of it in the center of the camp, and standing in the middle are two silhouettes, both with wings, and the taller has its wings covering, protecting, guarding, the smaller one, and there are cries everywhere and the loading of guns and everyone’s pointing their weapons to the two figures, and oh, God, what if it’s Michael and Jack, what if Michael has killed Lucifer and Sam and taken Jack and now there here to kill everyone else-
One wave of the taller one’s pair of wings, or is it three pairs, and the dust instantly settles.
It’s Sam and Jack, neither of them have wings, or at least, visible wings, was Dean hallucinating after all, what the hell was in his coffee-
Sam grins, his hand on Jack’s shoulder, and Dean forgets all about it.
“Guys, it’s fine, they’re friends!” Dean yells, and there are whispers and confusion but the guns are down, Sam and Jack are safe, at least that’s one less thing to worry about.
The rest of the people mumble and frown but then they go back to work, go back to whatever they were doing and Dean sighs in relief.
Sam glances down at Jack, eyebrows knitted together in askance, then Jack nods and wanders off.
Then Sam turns to Dean and he swallows, he looks down, shoulders hunched, afraid, why is he afraid, and the only thing Dean thinks is, oh, God, Sammy, what happened?
Sam and Jack fly back to the camp after he kills Lucifer.
He still can’t believe he did it, after all these years.
They both land, ungracefully, in the middle of camp, causing a cloud of dust to be kicked up.
Don’t blame him, Sam’s only had wings for less than a day, he’s not a perfect flier.
He can hear guns being loaded, shouting and commotion, and his wings bristle, protective, they cover Jack, just make sure he doesn’t get harmed. Sam doesn’t think that the regular angel-killing bullets could harm them anyway, but he has to make sure. He rests his hand on Jack’s shoulder.
He looks down at Jack, concerned. Suddenly, it hits him square in the face.
Sam just killed his father. What would he think of Sam?
Hey, Jack, are you okay?
Jack’s eyes widen at Sam’s voice. His only experience with angel radio had been agony.
Yes, why?
Sam looks around, shifting where he stands. His wings, still encircling them, twitch.
I…I killed your father. I mean…
Jack’s eyes harden at those words.
He was not my father.
Jack pauses, then continues with a firmness Sam doesn’t expect.
If anything, you are my father.
Sam stills. Something wells up inside him, a blend of emotion that he can’t control, he almost feels honored, but otherwise he doesn’t know what he feels-
Right. They’re going to get shot at.
He waves one wing, and the dirt, dust, whatever it is, drops to the ground.
Dean’s voice cuts through the muttering, yelling at everybody that’s it’s fine and they’re friends.
Sam folds his wings back and grins, oh, thank God, his brother is real, everyone is real, he was never in the cage, and then Sam realizes, he has to talk to Dean.
Sam turns to Jack, fidgeting slightly.
I am going to talk to Dean about…this. I am not sure what he will think.
Jack frowns, confusion etched into his expression.
What do you mean-
Memories flash through Sam’s mind unbidden.
If I didn’t know you, I would wanna hunt you.
Listen to me, you bloodsucking freak.
I’m done trying to save you.
Sam Winchester’s thoughts are spiraling, he can’t help it, he’s projecting and Jack sees them and Jack does not want to leave Sam’s side-
Sam shakes his head, ever so slightly.
Go, Jack. I will deal with Dean.
Jack clenches his jaw, but nods and wanders away. But even so, he keeps a wary eye on Sam and Dean.
Sam looks back at Dean, at his brother, and takes a deep breath. His eyes flicker over Dean’s face, and he can’t help the fear, the curling in shoulders, and the stare down at the ground, can’t look him in the eyes feeling.
Dean’s face pales, for whatever reason, but Dean walks towards Sam and grasps his shoulder. Green eyes glance up and down Sam’s body, checking for injuries, wounds, anything, but Sam can feel where the eyes stay pinned on his back for an extra few seconds.
He suddenly doesn’t like it when his wings shift uncomfortably by themselves.
Dean swallows. “Come on, Sammy, let’s get you inside.”
Inside, away from everyone else, away from the curious stares that Sam has tried to avoid his whole life.
Dean half-drags, half-walks with Sam back to a cabin.
Why?
The only answer Sam can come up with carries a word he can’t bear to repeat out loud.
Monster.
Sam’s wings tremble.
He can still feel Jack watching them both like a hawk. Sam shakes his head, a quiet no, and the pressure vanishes.
Dean sits him down at a small bed, a desk next to it, and pulls out a chair, sitting down.
Sam leans forward, head in hands, runs his fingers through his hair.
He feels like he’s being interrogated.
Dean’s eyebrows knit together as he watches Sam.
“Hey, man, are you okay? What happened?”
Sam looks up, eyes widened, not expecting this, more like expecting snarls of, you monster, you’re not human anymore, you wondered why I brought you here alone, I came here to kill you.
He expects the sound of spitting on the floor. Freak.
What he doesn’t expect is worry-filled eyes of his brother.
some of you asked, so here ya go…I’m gonna continue this little story for y’all…
Sam slumped to the ground, and Dean instinctively
wrapped his arms around him, keeping him from hitting his head on the ground.
“Sammy?” Dean’s voice, still a
whisper, was deep with concern. “Hey, Sam, come on, wake up.” He gently shook
his brother. Sam did not respond. He was limp, his arms dropping to his sides.
Dean took a deep breath and gathered
as much of his voice as he could. “Hello?” he called out. Managing to overcome
his hoarseness, he bellowed out into the darkness. Nothing responded.
“Cas?” He tried to pray, to get the
angel’s attention. Cas would hear him, Cas would come.
Several minutes passed. At least it
felt like minutes. Maybe it was hours. Maybe no time had passed at all. Sam was
still unresponsive. He was breathing, but still lay limp in Dean’s arms.
Dean began to panic in the pitch
darkness. His heartbeat increased. He knew he couldn’t lose it now though, his
brother needed him. Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves, he tried
again. “Jack? We need you! If you can hear me, please! Sam and I –“
He was cut off by a strong hand
grabbing his shoulder and forcefully pulling him up. The force was so powerful,
Dean was lifted off his feet. Sam fell from his arms and crumpled to the
ground.
“Hello Dean.”
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There are no exactly square templates that I know of.
When you use File menu, New, there are two tabs. Click on the Comic tab and choose Yonkoma (4-panel, vertical). Japanese-style, not exactly square, but worth checking if you meant panels rather than squares.
For today’s warm up, I drew out my mental image while reading this cute silly Crowley ficlet by @talkingtomyselfagain . I’m sure you’ll find a cute giraffe to be the Cas in your plushie Team Free Will soon, Crowley!
“Yeah, Dean, I’m here.” Sam’s voice echoed in the darkness,
his voice scratchy and hoarse.
“Where are we?” Dean wasn’t much better. His voice was
barely a whisper.
“I don’t know, but my head hurts. I think I’m bleeding, too.”
“Shit. I can’t see you. Where are you?” Dean started to
crawl in the dirt, trying to find his brother.
“Here, Dean. Follow my voice.” He reached out in the
darkness, hoping to make contact.
Finally, their fingers brushed.
“Shit.” Dean said again, and pulled himself up, sitting next
to Sam. They reached out to each other
until they managed to grasp hands.
“Don’t let go, Dean. I’m feeling dizzy.”
“Here, let me see.” Dean felt up Sam’s arm until he reached
his face. His fingers touched something wet and sticky. He exhaled shakily.
“Yeah, you’re bleeding,” he said. “I think somewhere around
your ear.”
“What happened, Dean? Where are we? How did we get here? Why
the hell can’t we see a damn thing?”
Dean lowered his hand and wiped his brother’s blood on his
pants. He tried to remember what had happened, but he only remembered flashes.
Something about Jack? Jack was in trouble. They were trying to save him from…something…or
someone.
“Dean… I think I’m gonna…” Sam’s voice was wobbly.
Suddenly Dean remembered something. He tightened his grip on
Sam’s arm.”
“Sammy, I think I know where we are.”
But just at that moment, Sam felt as though his entire body was
on fire. The feeling ran from the tip of his head down to his toes, like a
shiver. His ears rang. Everything tingled. He felt very strange, as if he were…changing,
somehow. He felt the eyes roll back in his head before he slumped to the ground.
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