Beggars Can’t Be Choosers (1/3)

neonthewrite:

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I had to return to the fun little AU in which Oscar met Castiel, Angel of the Lord. And, inevitably, I had to see how Oscar would fare with the rest of Team Free Will.

I split it into fairly large pieces (chapter length each). The DA Link above is for people who don’t want to read all that while scrolling tumblr.


Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.

Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.

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October 17th excerpt:

There was a pause on the other end as Bobby parsed what he’d just learned. Sam was calling, but not from Dean’s phone, odd enough on its own. “Sam? That you? I thought Dean got you your own phone, why you using some random number to call me?

Sam’s ears turned red. The phone Dean had brought him home had completely slipped his mind. Usually it got tucked just inside the row of books in the nightstand, and so far the only time they’d used it was Dean’s prank when he’d set it on vibrate and sent Sam’s entire bed shaking like an earthquake in the middle of the night. Sam hadn’t been able to sleep for hours after that. “Oh, I, uh… forgot about it?” he burst out, wishing his mind wasn’t so scattered.

Well, I’ll have you know I’ve been looking into Celeste for you and Dean since you left, and I found a few interesting leads…

Inktober 15 2017 Paybacks A Bitch

wolfie180g:

Inktober 15th 2017   I almost never do comics so this is a learning experience for me! what do ya think?

Part one: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/inktober-13-2017-Dean-Sleepin-709588246

Part two: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/Inktober-14-2017-Wet-Willy-709928614

Part three: right here :}

Another night that Bowman spent at the motel sleepover: https://wolfie180g.deviantart.com/art/Inktober-5-2017-Wake-up-Dean-708206353

Inktober 15 2017 Paybacks A Bitch

October 15th excerpt:

Going back to the beginning of the book once more, Sam propped it against his chest as he walked closer to Jacob. He read it out loud, watching Jacob’s fingers punch in the numbers as he spoke. “You’ll want me on the line,” Sam warned before Jacob hit SEND. “Bobby takes as kindly as Dean to strangers calling him.”

Jacob smirked and let that be his show of understanding. He remembered his first phone call to the brothers, laced with distrust for him even having their number until he revealed he was Bowman’s friend.

October 14th excerpt:

Sam groped blindly for his journal, dragging it close as he put the finishing touches on the big symbol. He flipped the pages back to the beginning of the book, on the first page.

One of the first things he’d scripted in, below Sam Winchester. If lost, return to Dean Winchester was the phone numbers of the people he was close to. Dean’s. His dad’s. And Bobby’s.

Artwork by @homeiswheretheheartsare


Once everyone had their drink in hand, Dean offered up a toast. “Here’s to getting our resident Sasquatch back to properly towering over everyone around.”

“A-goddamn-men to that,” Jacob agreed, lifting his silvery handmade cup in cheers. He was so, so ready to get back to normal after his misadventure. Bowman shifted his own bottle cap (which was like a washbasin to Jacob) in an awkward imitation of the others, glancing at them to make sure he got it right.

Jacob had to chuckle. Bowman at least knew what a toast was because he’d had it explained to him before. Multiple times. He was shaky on the purpose of some human traditions, and Jacob was often at a loss for what to tell him. After all, a lot of human traditions came out of freaking nowhere.

Of course, in such cases, Bowman was never short of commentary on how silly that was.

Jacob took a drink, slowly savoring the mix of flavors in the beer. It was a local brew, and one of his favorites. Now that they were all past the mix up at the store, he had a chance to appreciate the fact that Dean had taken him up on his recommendation. Bowman took a drink of the stuff too, and Jacob grinned to see the sprite’s usual appreciative reaction to it. Seeing it in such a scale was interesting, too.

Bowman smirked, taking a second drink of his beer before speaking his mind. “Yeah, we gotta get Jacob back to normal before being the tallest goes straight to Dean’s head.”

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