wolfie180g:

So there.

part 4 of 4, Dean is victorious! He bested the hand in combat and dares any to say otherwise.

Inktober coloring for Nightmares06 in exchange for the final chapter in the Dragon!Dean crossover fic

Next up is the coloring of the Pic with Cas peering in at Dean inside an aquarium. It is one of the most loved pics for it’s sheer level of angst. I invite everyone to use it how they want, Cause I’d love to see what stories or related arts y’all can come up with!

Inktober 6 2017 Dean goes to war with a hand

wolfie180g:

This is my Inktober entry for October 6th

It is a commissioned work series for Nightmares06 that I will color in properly when I have the time! 🙂

I am still taking requests for sketches for Supernatural G/t or for the boy’s portraits so long as I get a reference photo or cute idea that doesn’t require a day to draw lol ;P
Like a free commission! or art trade if you want !

Inktober 6 2017 Dean goes to war with a hand

Sneak Peek of Brothers Discovered

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Things on the side of the walk weren’t an unusual sight at all, especially in John’s part of town. There was always a little rubbish someone missed, toys or other belongings some kid might have dropped earlier in the day that got swept aside.

So when John noticed a small figure huddled against the wall, his gaze downturned thanks to the precipitation, he passed right by it with hardly a question.

A few steps away was a crossing, which had just turned in the direction that John wasn’t heading, so he shoved his hands in his pockets with a sigh and waited patiently for the light.

Boredom struck quickly, and curiosity brought his attention sliding back the way he’d come, to that strange figure in the snow. He didn’t understand why until he thought about it; whatever it was, was small enough to be a toy. But a fallen toy wouldn’t manipulate itself in such a position.

Curiosity won out, and with a glance back at the traffic lights, John meandered his way back to check out what was over there.

Frowning thoughtfully, John crouched down for a better look. He wasn’t around children often, but he’d never seen toys quite like these.

It seemed to be two figures, clinging to each other in the snow. Too lifelike to be simple playthings, and he couldn’t see any telltale joint mechanisms to allow for movement. Perhaps it was some kind of subtle art piece, a political statement maybe.

They looked an awful lot like kids.

John couldn’t quite tell. After a moment of thought, he took one hand out of his pocket and reached out to brush a bit of the thin layer of snow off this supposed street art.


Dean heard the footsteps returning after the most recent giant passed by. They shook the ground under him, how could he miss such rumbles?

Darting one glance towards the shadow he could see moving along the walkway, Dean pulled Sam closer, his arm protectively curled around his little brother’s body to keep him close. Whatever happened, he couldn’t afford to be split apart from Sam. After months in captivity, they’d escaped together, and had each other to rely on in a completely alien world from where they’d grown up. Dean refused to let Sam slip away from him after coming so far.

With the shadow rapidly approaching, it was for the best that Sam was out cold. There was even less of a chance that anyone would realize they were alive if they didn’t move, and the younger kid had less self-control than Dean.

The footsteps slowed and came to a stop about a foot away, and Dean saw the massive shape crouch down, looming over them both as the stranger leaned in to see them better. Shoes bigger than both brothers together crunched against the snow.

Dean stared up at the giant. Keen blue eyes looked them both over, vaguely interested and strangely piercing at the same time. He willed himself to keep still, trying so hard to avoid notice, but deep in his heart knew it was too late. Whoever this stranger was, he’d found them. If they were lucky, he’d pass them up as two broken toys on the street. If not… Dean hated to think of Sam back in that cage again.

His words from before, said to reassure Sam, were coming back to bite him as a hand reached for them.

(Artwork by @soluscheese! <3)

March 3rd excerpt:

“Whoa!” Dean was caught off guard by the slope that developed beneath his feet. With the way he was crouched on the hand, it tilted his balance out from under him and sent him rolling down the outstretched fingers. The hand vanished from under him and he hit the bottom of the pocket, landing in a surprised heap.

Dean popped back into sight, a predictably annoyed glare on his face at the unexpected tumble. “You can’t tilt your hand like that with Sam,” he griped.