One more day left in my Inktober voyage!! But I’ll still be doing a few more pics so fear not. this isn’t the last drawing ever. I’ll do more when the muse hits 🙂
November 4th excerpt:
Jacob couldn’t help one more glance at the table before he headed out the door, watching Sam set back down to research. It grated against him to leave someone so small and vulnerable alone in the room. A distant memory returned to him, of the first time he’d ever contacted Sam and Dean over the phone. Dean’s proud, stubborn voice insisting that Sam was a hunter in his own right.
And no one will ever say differently.
November 3rd excerpt:
“When you’re out, you should stop at the library,” Sam mulled, glancing at the books they had. “Nothing here is really going to do us any good. And pick up a paper at the store to see what’s going on in town now.”
Jacob nodded blankly. A part of him focused on how casually Sam listed off what they needed. Things like library and newspaper weren’t in Bowman’s vocabulary at all, but just like when he navigated the laptop with ease, Sam didn’t even have to think about it. He just knew what to do next. Jacob was glad to have him around, because he never would have found anything on his own.
“Can do,” he said appreciatively. Odd as the errands were, he could actually do them. Better than spinning his wheels on research he didn’t fully understand. “I’ll wash up and head out … ” his eyes strayed to the notebook he’d kept next to the laptop. “If there’s something specific I should look out for at the library, jot it down?”
November 2nd excerpt:
Sam scanned Jacob up and down, as much of the tall teenager as he could see from his seat on the table. “But really, we’ll need to get you a change of clothes. You can’t pull off a disguise looking like that.”
Jacob’s eyebrows shot up and he could feel his face heat up. He glanced down at himself, at the rumpled hoodie he wore over worn jeans. He’d dressed for a camping trip. He definitely hadn’t planned for someone four inches tall to appraise him. At most, Bowman would have a snarky comment about the zipper on the front, because zippers had fascinated the little sprite since they first met.
Dean frowned, concentrating on the tiny bit of… something on his tongue. His brow pinched with confusion. Now that he paid some attention, he realized that it didn’t taste like anything he’d eaten that night … and it was bigger than he’d expect for it to go unnoticed for so long, definitely too big to simply have been stuck in his teeth.
Then he realized something and it felt like the world started to crash down.
It was moving.
A sense of dread filled him, starting with a clenching in his stomach that bloomed outwards and jabbed ice into his heart and set his pulse pounding in his ears. Reflexively, he pinned the weakly wriggling thing to the roof of his mouth when he swallowed down the rest of his beer in shock. His eyes snapped over to where everyone else was sitting and he could feel his insides freeze up, even more jagged claws digging their way into his chest at the horrible realization of what – or, rather, who – was in his mouth.
Sam was still diligently recording what they knew in his little journal, leaning over it in the way one did to minimize distraction despite the movie blaring in the background. He kept that book with him at all times, jotting down useful information. Bowman sat with his bottlecap forgotten in his hands, staring at the TV screen with a confused fascination that often adorned his face when he was witnessing what he proclaimed to be “human magic.” Those leafy wings twitched a little. And Jacob …
Jacob was nowhere to be seen.
Artwork by @justanothergiant! Their stuff is amazing!
November 1st excerpt:
Jerking a thumb at the door, Sam grinned. “Besides, Dean showed me how to fake an ID. We can make up a brand new identity for you if we need to interview anyone.”
Jacob froze as the implication struck him. “Holy shit,” he muttered, once again grinning sheepishly. A fake ID. There was no way he could let his family know what he was doing out here. At least he’d had some practice keeping the sprites a secret.
For @neonthewrite‘s contest. Have an Oscar in a bunny suit.
This is why I write I suck at arttt
A Gift For Oscar
Okay, so this is for @neonthewrite‘s Halloween contest. It’s set during Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines, when Sam was saved by Dean and the brothers meet Oscar. I hope you like it!
Dean strolled down the path, glancing disinterestedly through the windows of stores. Every window was themed for the season, sporting black and orange colours with an assortment of supernatural creatures that had been rendered into amusing cutouts and figurines. He snorted at the image of a snarling beast head, a lame imitation of a werewolf.
The people don’t need to know how wrong they are, he mused, and kept walking.
Mr. Doormouse
Mr. Doormouse
Oscar stood still as giant fingers pressed against him, he knew better than to move suddenly of the very excitable woman before him. She was 5’6 and had brownish red hair, her skin was like milk chocolate and her eyes hazel.
She was an odd human, more than even Sam and Dean Winchester. Though she was even more, she called herself the Mad Hatter. She always wore a big brown top hat and a brown vest over a white collar shirt, she wore brown shorts with long knee high black socks. She would have a brown suit coat, but only when she would be his size. Yes…she can change her size.
She carried a tiny clock on a metal cord and always had a sewing kit, which was why he couldn’t move.
He was being suited, and so far it was cozy. She had created something like what younger humans wear, a onesie? It was light grey and she worked diligently on making a removable and adjustable light blue vest, “Almost done Oscar!”
Her fingers moved to his back and the hood that was attached covered his head and she worked with the top, Oscar contemplated what brought him to this.
(Flashback to hour earlier)
“Hey Oscar?” The Mad Hatter spoke after the comfortable silence the two sat in in Oscar’s room.
“Yes Hattie?”
“Does your kind celebrate Halloween?”“What?” Oscar asked with a moment of confusion.
“Free Candy Day? The one day Satan would most likely take over the world?”
“No?” At that answer, she popped up and pulled him to the room closest to her stuff. She took full size and got to work.
(End of Flashback)
He huffed as she pulled away, “Done, wanna take a look mousey?” Oscar froze at the nickname and was going to question it until she brought out a mirror.
The onesie as he noticed was a light grey over all, the vest was light blue as he noticed earlier. He didn’t notice the long greyish thin tail coming from the onesie bottom, or the round ears on top of the hood.
The outfit itself wasn’t baggy or tight and it was comfortable to be in. Oscar’s eyes grew wide, “I’m a mouse!”
A chuckle rumbled the ground below him, “Best costume to go out in and not get you caught silly.”
Oscar froze, “C-Caught?”
The Mad Hatter nodded and brought out her brown coat and a sack, “Time to have your first Halloween!”
She scooped up the shy borrower before he could say a word and took off for what may be his best night ever, and since it involves chocolate…it was.
NO ONE SUSPECTS THE GOURD
Ok so not so much a Halloween costume as it is a straight up disguise for @neonthebright‘s best hotel-dwelling borrower, Oscar.
Top 3 Things I Know About Oscar
1. Scared of being seen/caught by Humans so tends to avoid being out in the open
2. Was once enamored by the Breckenridge Hotel’s holiday decorations when he was young
3. Good with crafts and stuff
So I imagine this was a long-worked on project once the idea got into his head. Dark mesh (either the fabric or actual chicken wire/fabric combo) for the face so he can breathe, be out of sight, and still able to see his surroundings; handles inside the plastic decoration so he can move around from place to place; top cut so he can stick his head or arms out; and a hole in the bottom both for maneuvering and a quick escape route in case he needs to bolt (not many would think to pick the whole thing up carefully, would probably grab from the top and BAM Oscar is still on the ground and half way to safety before they realize it).
Don’t ask me how he holds all the candy he just does LOOK OKAY
Brothers Apart 