#i have various discarded sketches of the godstiel scene with varying levels of completion bc there's always smth i'm not quite happy with

[liapher]

DTA illustrations, continued: three chapter openers and one regular ol’ illustration.

Map of the World, ch. 10

Panicked, Dean realizes he doesn’t have a weapon and how the fuck had that even happened? Not that it would matter, he thinks in groggy horror as Castiel comes closer; he still has no idea how to kill a god. … When Dean looks up, there are two of him—Christ, he thinks, two—and he’s so still that Dean can almost hear the wind outside.

Map of the World, ch. 11

“All you have to do,” Cas says softly, “is remember how to stand up.”

The Game of God, ch. 14

“I’m good,” he answers, smiling at her and then looking at Vera. “Got some sheep to count.”

The Game of God, ch. 25

Her hands suddenly tighten around his, skin like warm sand and running water, calluses like stones, and the too-vivid memories of burial in solid earth and being unable to breathe fade, replaced with the thin, cold air at the peak of a mountain, surrounded by open sky; that’s the earth, too. He’s standing up to his ankles in a bubbling brook, breathing evergreens in a quiet forest; the scorching heat of the open desert closes around him, the heat of the sun beating on the back of his neck; there’s miles of ice around him, cold air filling his lungs with every breath as polar bears swimming among ice floes nearby; crouching on the edge of Varkala Cliff in southern India with the taste of salt in his mouth, the Arabian Sea spread out before him; South Padre at night, the beach brilliant with lights from the hundreds of houses and hotels lining the shores of the Gulf of Mexico; he’s in Constanza’s garden with a dozen kids ten and under, playing tag under the early morning sun; and finally, he’s in the familiar warmth of late spring in Kansas, fields of corn that spread out forever.