Inktober 5th 2018
Sam and Dean are done with pockets and want out right the hell NOW!
I need to stop doing the drawings minutes before bed. ah well!
October 21st excerpt:
Sam cupped his hands, looking hopefully up at Dean.
With a sign, Dean flipped open his pocket. “Just remember to keep him out of sight when we’re close to the motel,” he warned Sam as he scooped up the kid and handed him over.
Jacob is tired of sitting around and tries to climb up to see what’s going on outside of the pocket. Sam’s just waiting for his big brother to riffle Jacob’s hair and push him back down for his own safety. Can’t have his little brothers poking their lil heads up during an interview.
Sam and Jacob inside Dean’s coat pocket, getting restless and ruffled.
From Brothers Adopted by Nightmares06 and PL1
September 21st excerpt:
Giving the kid a wink, Dean lowered him to his pocket once more. “Just a little longer, then you can stay out.”
September 20th excerpt:
Curious about what was going on, Oscar worked up the courage to pull himself towards the opening of the pocket. All he needed was a glimpse of where they were going, and he could hop back down without even Dean noticing. He hoisted himself up to the edge and paused before shakily trying to nudge the pocket flap just enough to peek past it.
September 19th excerpt:
Seeing that Dean was about to take him out of the hidden confines of the pocket, he curled up into a ball again. Part of it was from nerves, but Oscar knew he needed to help the humans keep him a secret here, no matter what. Even if it meant coming out for a few seconds to go to a different pocket.
September 18th excerpt:
Sam looked worriedly at Dean. “You gotta be careful with him!” he warned quietly.
With a rueful grin, Dean shook his head in exasperation. “I take care of you, right?” he reminded Sam. “He’ll be fine with me.”
Reaching for Sam’s pocket, Dean flipped open the flap and went to scoop the kid up into a confined fist to avoid anyone else spotting what they had hidden.
September 9th excerpt:
Oscar tumbled over once, then twice, unable to counter the tilt of Sam’s hand. He landed with a gasp at the bottom of the pocket, and lay still to watch the hand retreat. Once it was gone, Sam’s face replaced the view above.
“Oh no,“ he murmured, squirming around until he could find a sense of balance. The pocket was made of cozy fabric but it swayed with every step. He never could have prepared for anything like it.
July 21st excerpt:
By the time the brief conversation to get checked in was over, Jacob’s ears were ringing. He had to keep from fidgeting in the cloth enclosure while he waited for Dean to get to the room, having been stuck in there for hours now. At the sound of a door closing, he moved to stand in the pocket once more. “Finally,” he groused. “Done with pockets for now.”
“It can’t be all that bad,” Dean protested, but he moved to scoop Jacob out of the pocket with two fingers regardless.
July 20th excerpt:
“Sit tight,” Dean cautioned as he pulled into the parking lot. “Gonna get us a room.”
Jacob rolled his eyes. He knew what sit tight meant for him, and he begrudgingly let go of the edge of the pocket to duck back into the folds.