#full spread

[mochiwei]

February Minish Cap spread for A Year in Hyrule: A Legend of Zelda Planner Project!

Thank you for having me on this amazing project! ☘️💕 I can’t wait to use my planner!

[anntova]

So flood me like Atlantic, bandage up the trenches Anything to get me to sleep (Sleep Token - Atlantic)

Suptober day 1 - Liminal

[t-may-o]

Angel Banishing Sigil - Full Spread

[thestarsmakemedream-art]

Suptober Day 6 - Full spread

aka Family gathering (and because family doesn't end with blood, you sometimes have the King of Hell and his mother for dinner too. I wanted to include all the others Charlie, Bobby, Jody, Donna, Gabriel etc. but there was a limitation of space :D )

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

A Study In Wings

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

By now, both Winchesters have sported wings at some point in their lives.

Sam was first, although his had been a bit frayed, what with the angel possessing him being injured while Sam himself had been close to death. Still, it had been an impressive sight: Gadreel, nearly as tall as Sam, with his athletic, regal posture, his wingspan as wide as the whole room. Sam’s gentleness had shone through the angel’s mask, giving the celestial entity an imposing yet gracious expression. A little brother trapped in one of God’s soldiers gone rogue.

Dean, now, had been an entirely different affair. Sleek, cruel Michael with his cold-blooded elegance and Peaky Blinders style had been a stark contrast to Dean’s valiant pragmatism. Shunning the older Winchester’s ingrained protectiveness, the archangel had been an eerily handsome yet merciless caricature of its vessel, reminiscent only of those parts of Dean that Hell and Crowley had brought to the forefront. He’d looked the archangel part, though, majestic and cold when unfolding those perfectly groomed wings.

However, there had only ever been one family member who’d worn those wings best. 

Dean will never forget Castiel walking into that hangar, sparks flying around his commanding figure, walking through a hail of bullets without even blinking. He should’ve looked harmless in that rumpled trenchcoat, tie askew, hair unkempt. But he didn’t. Dean remembers his breath catching in his throat, remembers the rage he felt as well as the fear and the sheer awe.

“What are you?” he’d demanded, heart pounding in his chest.

“I am an Angel of the Lord,” Castiel had answered, proving it with a full spread of those beautiful, frightening black wings. 

In the years to come, he’d lost them, now and again, those wings, along with his grace and - thankfully -  his blind obedience to a father who really did not care. He’d lost them to side with the Winchesters, to become as breakable and vulnerable and fallible as they were. But, looking back and through it all, Castiel had been the one who’d earned them most.

[spnyouresostupid]

Suptober23 day 6 part 2 - Full Spread

[hobbitual-psychick-art-stuff]

Suptober 2023 Day 6: Full Spread (of Pies)

One moment they were alone standing in their motel room talking about the case, the next Gabriel was there.

There wasn’t a thought involved in Sam’s knee jerk leap at the angel, an almost rabid snarl on his face. The ground hog day of endless Tuesdays at the mystery spot and the six months after Dean’s Wednesday morning death, hunting Gabriel down so he’d undo things had left an indelible mark on Sam that was beyond thought.

Unfortunately, his leap was deflected by some kind of invisible shield, and Sam felt Dean grab his arm. “Sammy, don’t.”

Stymied Sam turned on his brother rage lodged like a burning coal in his gut. “Seriously?! The asshole killed you Dean, over and over again.”

Gabriel shuffled his feet and looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, okay that was kind of a dick move, but I was making a point.”

”Yeah.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Well your point sucked. So why the hell are you here?”

”I’m here with a peace offering.”

”A way to gank Lucifer or shove his ass back in the cage?”

Gabriel shook his head and crossed his arms.

“Get lost then!”

”Hey, I know I over did things, but you boys need to quit sulking. This whole apocalypse plan isn’t mine you know. It’s Dad’s and what he says goes. You’re gonna end up playing your parts, whether you like it or not. You know I’m just the messenger.”

”In that case I’m all for killing the messenger.” Sam huffed.

Gabriel glared at him. “Look Sam-wich this isn’t about you, okay? This is about me and Dean.”

”You and Dean?! He doesn’t even remember most of it.”

Gabriel ignored him and waved a hand.

Suddenly a table appeared between them. Weighed down with a full spread of pies, there had to be at least twenty of them.

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes. Seriously? Like pie would fix—

“Wow, thanks man.”

Sam stared at his brother incredulously.

Gabriel shrugged and spread his hands a self satisfied smirk on his face. “Dean, you are a simple man. One after my own heart when it comes to deserts. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” With that the archangel vanished. Even as Dean was reaching for the pies with greedy, single-minded focus.

”Seriously, Dean?!”

Dean turned his mouth already full. “Wha—?” Dean asked in a shower of pastry crumbs and fruit. “It’s good.”

[indubioprocoffee]

Full Spread - Suptober23

It was friday night. Unusually happy sounds could be heard in the men of letters bunker. Charlie and Kevin came for a visit and somehow convinced Sam and Dean to play some kind of truth or dare with them. More accurately they were placing bets on challenges. There was beer and of course there was Whiskey and as the evening progressed, the challenges became more daring.

"Do a backflip from the gallery," Kevin suggested.

"I may be drunk, but I am not that drunk, " denied Dean the request.

"Swallow a whole bottle of Whiskey then," Charlie chuckled.

Dean raised an eyebrow. The bottle on his lips he was ready to do the challenge, when Sam intervened. "Wait a second. I have a better idea."

Questioning looks were directed at Sam. He grinned sardonically.

"I bet," he said slowly, "that Dean can't do splits."

"The hell, I can do splits!" Dean put down the bottle, took off his shoes and adjusted his pants. He then climbed the war table, spread his legs and slowly sank lower and lower.

The others watches in awe as no one expected Dean to be so flexible.

As his legs were nearly full spread, the sound of ripping denim went through the room. "Shit!" he cried. "Those were my favorite jeans."

"Well, I guess Dean can do splits," Kevin concluded.

"Yeah, but his jeans can't."