juke box hero, he’s got stars in his eyes. ↳ suptober 2020 day 11: rock n’ roll

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juke box hero, he’s got stars in his eyes. ↳ suptober 2020 day 11: rock n’ roll
i remember everything - john prine. - requested by @prayedtoyou
Rowena Macleod
it's finally here, after ages of planning out and resketching, one of my all time favourite characters, with probably the best character arc in the entirety of spn, probably my favourite piece ive done so far.
[no reshares, ONLY reblogs!!]
more of my art processes [digital/trad] here, art requests open.
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@prayedtoyou @rambleoncas @castyel @antifacas @heller-jensen @cryptcas @samuelswinchester
+ rowena fans!!
Suptober Day 9: Electric
a small doodle because @prayedtoyou turned twenty-three! happy birthday, boo. here’s some sawft, happy destiel <3
Sam is minding his own business, happily archiving through their backlog when Dean arrives on the scene. Normally, Sam could just ignore Dean, but Sam knows for a fact that Cas wandered outside twenty minutes ago and Dean is craning his head around, clearly looking for the once-upon-an-angel and Sam doesn’t have time to wait for Dean to ask the obvious question.
“He’s outside.”
Dean looks a little started, then relieved, then bunches his brow up like he’s confused. “Who-- What are you talking about?”
“Dean. You’re looking for Cas. He’s outside. I’m busy, I don’t have time to play Seven Degrees of Denial right now.”
Dean glares at him with depth before striding for the stairs. He calls Sam a bitch on the way out and ruffles his hair and waits on the landing until Sam replies, “Jerk” before going outside.
Cas is a few yards away, crouched in the clearing off to the right of the bunker. His head is bowed and concern stirs in Dean’s chest. Cas has been adjusting remarkably well to life as a human -- sleeping, eating, showering, changing his clothes. He approaches each new task with a sense of curiosity and interest. If Dean were in his place he imagines there would be a lot more anger and whining. But, then again, Cas has been a human before. The only difference this time is that it’s for good.
“Hey,” Dean intones quietly as he ambles up.
@prayedtoyou
“You want to what?” Gabriel asked, twisting around to look questioningly, and a tad bit incredulously, at the hunter standing in the doorway behind the archangel from his perch on the couch.
Muddy Boots
Back presses against rusted metal, snagging her hair as she drops to the ground in a low crouch, using it fir balance support as she reloads with weary fingers. Jacket rustles, concealed by pebbles rolling underneath her boots.
Her lungs burn, thighs shaking as she tries to catch her breath. She'd run hard; she isn't exactly sure how she'd made it to cover without taking a blow to the back, in all honesty. The gun in her hand rattles as she shifts her grip; she's gotta move.
Slowly, carefully, she edges her way to the edge of the old shipping container leveling her weapon and launching herself around the corner --
A click sounds behind her, followed by a whistle as she's struck in the back, directly between the shoulder blades.
"Ow --! Goddammit Dean!" She whirls, her own paintball gun leveled at him across the short distance in the abandoned shipping yard. Her mouth twitches, head tilting slightly -- mischevious. "Where the hell did you even come from?"
[[ @prayedtoyou liked a Starter Call ]]
we’re the ones you should be afraid of. ↳ suptober 2020 day 21: fear