Inktober 9 2017 Yawning

wolfie180g:

Inktober 9 2017

This was requested by theskylarksings. A scene from Brothers Transposed – one of my winning contest entries for Nightmares06′s contest earlier this year. 🙂 Got a request? Send me a supernatural reference photo, or I can do any scene (practically) from one of my stories – so long as it’s not too complicated and no manmade objects – i suck at those

Inktober 9 2017 Yawning

Inktober 23 2017 Jacob, Dean, and the Impala

wolfie180g:

How cute is Jacob and Dean here? Thanks Neonthewrite for requesting it!
I ran out of ink on one of my nicer pens so I had to finish coloring it in with a different brand of pen – I hope it’s not too noticeable.

(Now that I got a new job the future pics are going to be a bit more simplified with the lack of much free time. however I am thrilled to be working again! )

Inktober 23 2017 Jacob, Dean, and the Impala

“Sam, I…” Dean’s tone said that he wanted to explain, to beg for forgiveness, to apologize…

Sam cut him off. “Dean. I need you to do exactly what I say. I know you want to help, and this is what you can do. Put us on the nightstand. Get us a bottlecap of water and a sliver of ice, and a damp washcloth. Then I need you to stay away.” 

His eyes met the panicked green ones above. The guilt welled up in Dean at the blatant verbal slap from Sam. He’s right though, Dean’s thoughts whispered insidiously. You’re no use to them. You’ll only get in the way. You’re their biggest danger.

You always will be. 

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Artwork by @mogadeer!

October 26th excerpt:

“Alright,” Jacob muttered, shifting his focus entirely to the small sleeping person. He didn’t want to leave Sam lying in the book. He moved a hand tentatively towards Sam, ready to snatch it back if he startled the little guy awake.

It didn’t happen. Jacob had had practice picking up sleeping sprites before, and it showed now. Despite his hand being so much bigger, he was able to nudge it under Sam while hardly disturbing his curled-up position. His fingers curled protectively over the tiny weight. When he stood, his hand remained steady thanks to the times he’d carried young nestlings home at their insistence on a ride on his hand.