#mainly because i’m not great at drawing hellhounds

[shortbreadly]

sorry guys i’m busy over here losing my shit over the queen bee herself

[pathetic-has-been-rockstar]

The bonfire surprise

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Square/s filled: Chestnuts; Sitting by the fire

Warnings: none

Summary: still set to enjoy every bit of winter and holiday traditions, you decide to bring Jack to pick up chestnuts. Crowley joins you on the most innocuous hunt of the year, bringing Juliet along to spice things up. Roasting chestnuts on Hellfire never looked so good.

Words: 3091

Beta: @raspberrymama​ (I’ll never say this enough: check out her works!)

this piece can be found on AO3, here! If you’re interested in the whole series, you just have to click here!

“So... are you coming or not?”

Crowley tilts his head a bit, then nods, looking at you. “You know... yes. Since we've been consistently saving this world, it would be nice to take a walk in it.”

You were surprised when he decided to stick around for Christmas, or at least until the brothers don't actively start to try and kill him. He declared he enjoys the mayhem he can create frustrating Christmas' plans, but you suspect that he's probably just bored by his temporary lack of employment. You give him a small nod.

“Precisely what I was thinking.”

“Great. Now... aren't you forgetting something?”

You run a quick mind inventory, but nothing seems to be missing. “... like what?”

“Like the kid?” Crowley suggests, falsely helpful.

“... oh, no. Jack's in the car from like ten minutes. He can't wait to go.”

Crowley sighs dramatically. “Oh, to be young and eager again. Is it far?”

“About twenty minutes from here... why don't you come with us? You can try and crush Jack's optimism while we go.”

“I can do it on site. I've got someone to pick up, if it's all the same to you.”

“Oh... sure. Of course.” You are slightly curious and, even if you would never admit it, slightly disappointed. You were hoping for some time with Crowley, but he seems to have framed the occasion like a good chance to do... well, anything else.

“Fantastic. I'll see you there.”

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Jack?”, you answer after a second, emerging from your thoughts.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You are just very quiet.”

“I'm just... a bit tired, you know.” Of course you were quiet. You're dying to see who was so important that had to be picked up and brought to what feels like a family thing.

“Sure. So... how's it gonna be?”

Surprised, you throw a side glance at Jack. The kid is smart. “As it's always been, I guess. Why?”

“I've never picked up chestnuts.”

Of course. Of course it was about the chestnuts. You stammer a moment, trying to collect yourself. “Oh, it's fun, actually. You just have to watch out for the shells, actually. They're spikey, y'know. You put on your gloves, then we pick them up from the ground,and  check if there are holes in them. If they're whole we can put them in the baskets.”

“What if there's a hole?”

“Well, that means there's a worm inside. It's not a problem if you accidentally eat it, since it's basically lived inside the thing its whole life and it tastes like that, but... let's just try and avoid it, ok?”

“Sure. No point in killing it just because it's in the wrong place at the right moment.”

You smile, surprised by the tenderness of his heart. The whole argument about his nature before he was born it feels incredibly stupid, now. The kid doesn't even want to kill a worm.

“Precisely. Besides, it might mean that the thing is rotting, and we don't want to deal with the consequences of eating spoilt food. Why don't you put on some music?”

Jack literally beams at the idea. “Can I connect my phone?”

“Sure thing, kid. We have about half an hour to go, connect the Bluetooth and jam away.”

The rest of the ride consists mainly in Jack humming Christmas songs and weird covers of them, while you keep your eyes on the road and occasionally sing along with him.

Once you get there, you immediately spot Crowley. Seeing that he's alone, you tilt your head.

“Weren't you supposed to pick up someone?”

“I did.”

He whistles, and a second later two hellhounds appear next to him, wagging their tails. He smiles at you, clearly satisfied by your surprised expression.

“I'm confident you remember Juliet and Banquo.”

“I do. How... how can I see them?”

“Because I let you.”

“... oh. Thanks, I guess.”

Crowley hints at them with a swift nod. “Go ahead, touch them. I know you'd like to.”

Trying to play it cool, you kneel down and pat the head of Juliet. A second later, Banquo is rubbing his head against your arm, almost throwing you off balance. Crowley immediately notices.

“Banquo. Settle down, boy.”

The hound whimpers and draws back, immediately obeying Crowley, who gives you a satisfied look.

“I trained them myself.”

“I figured that much.” you fire back. Like anyone else could train those hounds to act like that.

You're distracted by Jack calling you. You turn and you see the bundle of scarf, hat and oversized sport coat wandering among the trees and picking up the burrs, only to let them fall again as soon as they sting him. Crowley raises an eyebrow, amused.

“Looks like the most powerful being in existence needs help with picking up some fruit from the ground.”

“... he's three years old.”

“They grow so fast, don't they?”

You turn your back to Crowley and walk to Jack. Juliet and Banquo run around, sniffing the leaves and acting mostly like normal dogs. You notice that, and turn to Crowley, who's been casually waddling around, following you and Jack.

“Why are they like these?”

“What do you mean?”

“They act like normal dogs.”

“They like topside.”

“Don't they have souls to collect, today?”

“They always do.” Crowley replies with a casual scroll of his shoulders.

“Then why are they here?”

“There are other hounds, you know. These two were just the most affectionate to me. In short, useless to dear mother, and very useful for my personal security.”

Of course, you don't know why they're there. You're not a hunter, after all, not in the truest meaning of the word. You've been dragged in there when you ran into Bobby, years earlier, trying to nick a book from your shop. You gave him the book in exchange for some explanations, and it turned out your years of eccentric reading made you pretty useful.

Bobby then started to call you for lore-related things, and it was only a matter of time before the hunters started to use your shop as a sort of base. You started to store magical items, too, and even faced a few monsters on your own. Not exactly your cup of tea, but fun. Crowley knows about this all, obviously. Everyone knows about it. His dogs are there because you are there. The idea of a human dear both to the king of Hell and the future God might inspire some unpleasant thoughts in rogue demons and monsters, so he doesn't want to take any unnecessary risk.

You only see the hounds sprinting away, running after a very lucky squirrel. The little rodent manages to climb up the bark of the chestnut tree just in time, escaping the fangs of the hellish beasts for a split hair. Crowley giggles happily next to you, apparently delighted.

“The dislike for squirrels must run in the family.”

“Yeah... Jack, honey, wait, no.”

Jack has started to climb on the tree, trying to reach the lowest branches, that are still a good seven feet above the ground. He really is a three years old sometimes, but you keep forgetting that. When he falls back on you, you are painfully reminded that he is a three years old in a fully adult body.

Before Jack can do it, Crowley helps you up, smirking.

“Everything fine, love?”

“Yeah, peachy.”

He chuckles and takes a dried leaf off your hair, then gives you an amused smile.

“Looks like you're enjoying yourselves, at least.”

Jack enthusiastically answers for you, then dashes away to inspect a new patch of dried leaves and fallen burrs. When climbing up the trees is finally off the table, you three keep walking in the woods and picking up chestnuts here and there until the baskets are full. You look at your clock, starting to feel the cold seeping through your clothes.

“We still have a couple of hours of good light left. Let's go back to the car, we'll make a fire there.”

“... a fire? What for?”

“Well, we... you know what? It's a surprise. Come on, let's go back.”

Jack smiles in excitement, then slows down, looking at you and Crowley. You walk closer than you did earlier, and you don't even seem to notice how the back of your hands touch while you walk. He's seen Dean and Castiel subconsciously trying to get closer just like that. He might be young, but he's learnt quite a lot about love and longing, and he's quite sure that he has a fine example of both lying right in front of him. He also has an idea about how to make that happen, even if he will have to wait until you return to the bunker.

When the three of you make it back to the clearing where you parked the car, you start looking around for some logs and branches to set the fire. You have some water and a couple of old newspapers in the car, so safety and the ignition are accounted for. You're still scouring the clearing through the growing darkness when Crowley clears his throat. You turn to him, expecting him to mock you for not having figured it before.

“... what?”

“I assume you're looking for something to start the fire.”

“Well, duh.”

He scoffs, not taking seriously your remark, and raises his hand, “Perhaps I could be of assistance. You know... hellfire and all that.”

“Oh, I... I didn't think of it.”

“I figured that much”, he echoes the words you spat at him earlier in a much gentler tone. You almost feel bad for treating him harshly, but you just can't help it. There's something about him and the way he treats you that makes you feel... uneasy, for some reason.

Crowley knows you well, by now, but he still hasn't found a way to unravel you completely. He was content when you sought him out in your sleep. You slipped through the sheets and held him, just like you did a few years ago, and you seemed pretty happy about it. You wanted to be close to him... and yet you seem very bothered by his presence, at times. Of course, this only makes him all the more curious to find out the key to decipher your weirdness. He doesn't like pending business, and you certainly are acting like one.

With a snap of his fingers, a bright fire starts burning a few yards away from the car, complete with a few logs to sit around it, and you look at it, fascinated like a child. Juliet and Banquo immediately recognize the nature of the flames, and go to quietly lie down next to them.

You start laughing and walk to the car, taking the castiron skillet and a couple of knives.

“What, no knife for me?”

You jump, surprised. He's definitely closer than where you left him, and you didn't hear him approach.

“Stop moving so quietly! I'll tie a bell around your neck.”

“Oooh, my own collar? Kinky. I might like that.”

You thank the darkness and the dancing lights cast by the open flames for hiding the redness creeping up your cheeks. You grab a third knife, flip it and offer the handle to Crowley.

“You know how to do it, right?”

“Love, I am a demon, not a moron.”

“Eh. Sometimes you can be both.”

He rolls his eyes, only mildly annoyed. “Care to make an example or do I have to take your insults at face value?”

You would like to answer, but your throat closes. The thought of that day in the Apocalypse world is etched in your mind, and you don't like to think about it. Luckily, you catch Jack getting close to the hounds with the clear intention of petting them, so you're spared from answering. You dash to him, worried.

“Jack, don't!”

Jack immediately takes a step back and looks at you, confused. “But they look so cute!”

“Yeah, but those are not fluffy animals. Those are killing machines, and...”

“And they're trained to behave around people who mean no harm to me. Go ahead, boy. They like scratches on their heads.” Crowley encourages Jack.

You survey carefully the scene, ready to spring into action, but Crowley was telling the truth. A minute later, Jack is sitting on the ground, scratching Juliet's head with a hand, and patting Banquo with the other, looking happier than ever.

“You think Dean will let us keep on in the bunker?”

You think about it for a second. There's not a strong enough word in any human language to express the way Dean would refuse the idea of a hellhound loose in the bunker. Hearing Crowley chuckle next to you, you're sure that he's thinking the exact same thing.

“I... I don't think so, Jack.” Jack nods, trusting your judgement, and looks at you.

“Right. So... what do I do with the knife?”

You sit down on the log next to his one and teach him how to lightly carve the smooth shell of the fruit with a X, so that it doesn't swell and bash while it cooks. When you prepare enough for the three of you, you pour them in the pan and set it on the fire, shaking it from time to time to ensure an even cooking.

Jack notices that your movements are steady, and studies you for a moment. “So... is it a Christmas tradition?”

“It’s more of a winter thing, not just Christmas,” you answer, “I used to go picking chestnuts with my grandfather, from November through December. Then we would cook them on this big open fire in the backyard of his country house. Not a fancy one, though. He was a farmer, so it was one of those old houses full of tools and handmade stuff. I really liked that place.”

“I bet it was amazing.”

You think about it for a moment. “You know what? It really was. And they kept loads of animals, too. He and my grandma would do everything at home, from scratch.”

You start telling Jack things you've never told anyone since you moved and started your new life. Meanwhile, you keep your eyes on the chestnuts, taking them out of fire when they're done.

You pick some pages from the old newspapers and roll three cones, then pour the hot roasted fruit in them. You offer one to Jack, and one to Crowley, who looks surprised.

“... for me?”

“Yes. I know you don't eat, but...”

He takes the cone from your hands, smiling.

“I still like the taste. Thanks, love. Very thoughtful of you.”

“Shut up”, you mutter, but you're smiling.

Jack encourages you to tell more stories about your family, and you hear the crunching noises coming from him slowing down progressively. When you look at him again, on the other side of the flames, you see him dozing off, still nestled between Juliet and Banquo.

You smile and throw your paper cone filled with discarded skins in the fire, watching it crackle, then reach out, trying to warm your hands. The air is cold, and it's totally dark around you, despite being only four p.m. You think about what you just told Jack, and a sting of nostalgia catches you by surprise.

You quickly blink a couple of times, hoping to chase those unexpected tears away, but you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you alright, kitten?”

You almost forgot about Crowley. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything while you were telling your stories to Jack, but you don’t suspect he listened to every word you said. “I... yes. Just... I haven't thought about those things for a very long time. I... I'm just being stupid.”

“Oh, love. Don't. Actually, you made me remember a few things about my winters as a human.”

“... really?” You think you couldn't be more surprised, but you're wrong. Your amazement hits its peak when Crowley starts telling you about old Scottish traditions, and his experiences with them.

After a few minutes of chatting, you shiver, and inch closer to him. He doesn't move away, instead he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“I suspect you like me just as a heather, love” he purrs right beside your ear.

“Who says I like you?”

You both laugh and stay quiet, enjoying the cold air, the warmth of the fire and the smell of smoke and roasted chestnuts filling the air for a while. You close your eyes for a moment, laying your head back on his shoulder. His cologne and the hint of sulphur hidden behind it always made you feel safe, and now that things are so different from what they were, you aren't even plagued by the question anymore. The ever-present question of what was going to come next, what was going to happen... how you’d lose him.

You sigh and open your eyes, looking at Jack, then move away from Crowley.

“You know... we should go back. It's dark, and I'm sure they're wondering where we are.”

“... I'll bring back the puppies and see you there, if it's fine with you.”

“It... it is. More than fine, actually.”

He brushes your hand, and you feel his warmth through your glove, then look at him while he speaks.

“Thanks for sharing those memories, love. I know they were for the kid, but... it was nice to hear them.”

“Actually… I'm glad you were here.”

For a moment, both of you stay still. You feel your heart beating faster when you look at him. The way the fire underlines his features, the sheer intensity of his gaze force you to shiver, despite being comfortable and warm. Crowley looks at you and can’t hold back a smile. It might be the moment he was waiting for.

Instead, suddenly panicking, you stand up quickly, feeling your usual shield going up again. You can't be too vulnerable around him, after all. And Jack… you must bring him back. You didn’t come all that way just to get all lovey-dovey with the former king of Hell. “Well, I'll see you back at the bunker.”

“Right. See you there.” Crowley mutters through his teeth and notices the sudden shift in your behaviour. He wonders if his efforts still make sense. Then, he watches you waking up Jack and talking softly to him, petting the hounds and making sure everything is fine, and he knows he just has to be a bit more patient.

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[shealynn88]

Inktober/Suptober Masterpost

Inktober/Suptober masterpost, see all the links under the cut, with thoughts and feelings, etc.  Thanks to the wonderful @winchester-reload​ who organized and inspired this SPN focused list.

There is so much here!  I italicized days that I personally was really pleased with, and that I recommend checking out in more detail.

Day 1: Ring (inktober), Autumn (suptober) - I wanted to start with very simple drawings.  I think this was a good start and I really ended up liking my idea for Autumn, which is always a sort of melancholy time for me, and I think that feather really came across melancholy and autumnal. Day 2: Eyes (suptober) and Mindless (inktober) - I was able to combine the prompts and this was my first real attempt at hatching.  I wanted the focus on the eye and I think the composition was good for that.  I can definitely see how much I improved from here, though. Day 3: Bait - really simple but I think really effective.  I love drawing hands and I thought this was delicate and beautiful as well as being potentially a little alarming. Day 4: Freeze (inktober) - a very simple portrait of medusa with no reference.  I really like how this came out.  It’s simple but clear and the hatching in the ‘hair�� was really successful, I thought. Day 5: Water - this is the most popular one!  There are issues with it, but I think it’s impactful, and I like the lines of the Leviathans starting to escape, which I added for context and ended up really liking.  I don’t like those grey brush pens, but I’m glad I tried them out, here. Day 6: Outfit of the Day - this was incredibly simple but I think it was really impactful.  I think the hatching and linework is really well done, and the choice of putting these items, now out of use, on a hanger instead of on Dean was a really good one.  I think it really evokes something sad and nostalgic and I’m so pleased with that. Day 9: Baby - Another really difficult one I’m really happy with.  I spent a ton of time on it and I’m really pleased with the textures and shadows.  Despite there being so many lines, I feel like the shapes came out well and it’s not too busy. Day 10: Season 15 - I’m so crazy proud of the silhouettes.  I feel like they’re really accurate.  The moon was less successful but I still really enjoy it.  Another one I’d like to redo when I have more time. Day 11: Weapon - Most successful, as far as I’m concerned.  My first work with a dip pen.  The lines are really consistent and even, the composition is flawless, I love what I decided to define and what I didn’t.  It has a great comic book feel to it.  There are of course things that could be better, but I think it’s got a lot of punch. Day 13: Ladies - One of my favorites!  It was fun to combine the Kali from the show with the more standard representation with the skulls and arms. Despite the lack of clothes, she’s not meant to titillate, she’s meant to be feared and revered. Day 14: Fire - I really like the reflection in the eye.  It was meant to be Dean lighting a match, but looks more like Dean about to be set on fire, with the angles of the hand and the expression.  But, even though that’s a happy accident, I like the feel of it and the detail. Day 15: Led Zeppelin - another one where I was really tired, but I like what I did.  It’s extremely simple but I hope it evokes Cas for people. Day 16: Halo - One of my favorites.  Trueform with halo, I loved drawing the animals and having a lot of creative freedom.  I also really enjoyed pulling in some illumination style in the flowers.  I want to redo it at some point and correct some issues because I think it has a ton of promise. Day 17: Limbo - I was really exhausted at this point and had such trouble with the legs, so I just put in some lines and I think it actually worked fairly well.  It was a good exercise in ‘doing it anyway’, even though I was worn out. Day 22: Love - I don’t feel like the execution is great, but I’m really proud of this one.  It was my first with no pose reference (I used some face references) and I think the wash effects were pretty decent here, too. Day 23: No Exit - Sam hallucinates in the panic room.  I had a good reference photo and I really liked how this came out.  This was done with micron pen and a brush pen for the marks on the floor. Day 24: Nightmare - Execution-wise, this fell short for me.  With more time, I would have tried doing a background and trying to define the hellhound with the blood and changing the line weight and possible direction of the items behind her.  I just ran out of time and energy with this one.  MIcron and brush pens. Day 26: Wish - I love the concept for this but I wasn’t completely happy with the composition.  I worked from two references but had trouble getting them to work together. I also forgot the bottom of the rosary.  Microns. Day 28: Makeup - I went with a punk Castiel with eyeliner and lipstick.  It’s very simple but I’m really happy with it.  This was done with a dip pen and it was my favorite nib, which promptly stopped working after this piece. Day 29: Poison - This was the most I’ve done with ink washes, and I don’t feel great about them, but it was an interesting endeavor.  It also looks nothing like Ruby.  Dip pen and brush. Day 30: Kansas - this was my first ink landscape, and inspired mainly by the incredible dark wincest fic Willing, which I highly, highly recommend.  Dip pen. Day 31: Halloween - the only digital art I did for the challenge, and it was quite late, too.  But I really love it.  Cas’s look on the show is actually based on Constantine, which makes it extra funny (to me).  I love this because I didn’t have a pose reference, though I did check on Misha’s face after I had it mostly complete, to help dial in on some of his facial features.

Tagging: @midnightsilver​ @legendary-destiel​ @all-or-nothing-baby​ @petrichoravellichor​

[teenwolfhowl]

Me at the Howl At The Moon

General

I was an exotic for sure. I'm a tall, bearded guy with not much hair left. And although I'm only 38 years old, it's almost completely gray already. So I stood out from the crowd. Disadvantage: Some strange looks. Advantage: I was easily recognized by the actors and the staff. So I stood there with my Theo & Deuc T-shirt, my comic book under my arm, a bag on my side, surrounded by younger girls. I'm a high school teacher and so I felt sometimes like I was still in school :D And hell, I got deaf after some time. The screams! Panel opening: "Bienvenue à Shel..." EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!! - "Please welcome Rya..." WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! The staff was always VERY helpful, all questions I was asking were answered in a very polite and helpful way. I really want to THANK YOU for your work, you did a great job! So here are my impressions of the actors:

Cody Christian

He was the first I went to when the Autograph sessions started. He always had very long queues in front of him. I planned to introduce me as "The Theo & Deuc guy" but when there were only two girls in front of me, he already saw me, pointed at me with a wink and had the broadest smile on his face. Some minutes later, when it was the turn of the girl in front of me I could witness a scene that was so typical for Cody: The girl started to cry, overwhelmed by emotions when Cody hugged her. She sobbed really hard and Cody immediately took care of her, stood up, walked around the table to comfort her, talk to her, hug her again until he was sure that she was fine again.

And for me, this was the most impressive thing about Cody: The intensity with which he cares about the fans who came to him. When they are in front of him, he is totally focused on them, talks to every single of them, takes his time, never in a rush as if it was the only fan present and not a long queue waiting. This positivity and care are truly overwhelming. The signing session on Sunday morning was scheduled to last 2 hours and it took Cody over 4 hours to do all his autographs. Sure, his queue was one of the longest but mainly because he interacted with the fans in such a heartwarming, caring and lovely way. I could have watched this for hours.

But back to my experience: When it was my turn, he jumped from his seat, grabbed me and pulled me halfway over the table to give me the warmest welcome, hugging me and patting my back, excited and happy to finally see me. I told him how difficult it was for me to be in Paris this weekend (had the prom of my class the night before so I had to hop on the plane Saturday morning) and he shook my hand thanking me for coming. He explained where he got my books in his apartment and that he already reserved a place for the third issue. We talked a little while but I didn't want to make the people behind me upset so I let Cody sign my issue of Theo&Deuc then. He did write a wonderful, incredibly long text into the book and again shook my hand, expressing his gratitude. Whenever we met during the convention, and it was several times, we exchanged fist bumps or he just grabbed me to pat my back. During the meeting room I was attending, he even introduced ME to the people around! He was in a very good mood, making jokes all the time and we even got to hear one of his songs. Not lying, I'm not a fan of rap. It's just not my kind of music. But I really liked what I got to hear. It had a good rhythm, a very nice vibe, melodic elements in the background that made it - as someone who doesn't listen to rap - a really good song. He explained to us that it's not his goal to have a music career. He just loves to write and develop songs, to get into the flow when he works on one over several hours, it's a hobby, a passion. And the result is definitely a professional one I truly would enjoy to listen to, though I'm not the right guy to judge. The second day was kind of stressful, the schedule got messed up a bit because of Cody's long signing session. I still had two autographs and two photoshoots with him. I managed to get the autographs in the morning but it was already 17h when Cody started his photo shoots and I had to leave at 18h to catch my plane. And I still had the meeting room for Linden that started at the same time! And here I have to say a HUGE THANK YOU to the staff again. One of them just grabbed me and pulled me into the photo room right to the photo booth with Cody. I had a special pose in mind - the cover of the Theo & Deuc book with Theo flexing and Deuc standing behind him with sunglasses, making a funny face. Cody said he loved it when we shot the pose. The staff in the background was telling the people not to ask for hugs because of lacking time but Cody just ignored it for me, hugged me and shook my hand again to say goodbye... So many fans were waiting and I was already so grateful that the staff made the shoot possible that I didn't want to upset the others - and I still had to get into Linden's meeting room. I was in such a rush - later, when I was in the plane, I felt so sorry and sad about it since I literally had to pull my hand out of his and cut the goodbye from my side which I'm very very sorry about. Cody is a phenomenon. Even after a hell of a day, signing, panels, photos here, photos there, he hugs, smiles, is focused on every single fan and just shines. This guy deserves the world.

Holland Roden

I really really loved Holland. I caught a quiet moment during the autographs and she took much time to see through my book, reading some of the comics. She was so sweet and had to laugh about many of them. She said that Jeff Davis HAS TO see it and I could tell her that he received his very own issue already. Finally she signed comic one of my Lydia comics, the one where she gets hit by a snowball. Unforunately I didn't book more stuff with her because when I planned Paris I thought that I would see her in Amsterdam and Brussels too but she had to cancel Amsterdam. I definitely would love to see her again!

Linden Ashby

Oh man is this a good guy. I told him my story about being a high school teacher who draws TW comics and later when we met again in the meeting room he immediately recognized me, saying: "The teacher." And because I was late (had a photoshoot with Cody before) he added: "Always late." He was reading the comics he was part of and enjoyed them quite much. I just love Linden. He's such a gentle, reflective guy, so full of love for the younger actors and always praising their talent and passion.

Susan Walters

I had an autograph with her and oh my god is she sweet! She quickly discovered the photo of Gideon holding my book and was so in love with it that she drew a little heart on it. I deeply regret to not have booked a photo or meeting with her, if I ever get the chance I HAVE TO see her again.

Tyler Hoechlin

Damn is this guy charismatic. He has such a genuine smile and he was in awe seeing the comics and especially the Michelangelo adaptation (the creation of the chimera pack). I apologized that I didn't make a comic with him yet since Theo & Derek weren't interacting in Teen Wolf in any way. (Signature next to Susan’s in the picture above!)

Dylan Sprayberry

Since I will see Dylan in Brussels, I only booked one autograph with him for Paris. He recognized the printed issue because he has seen it in Cody's apartment and this made me very very happy :) I was sorry that I didn't have more comics with Liam (I have one planned though but he is SO HARD to draw) so I couldn't show him more but until Brussels I will have more stuff to offer and I'm looking forward to meeting him again! I let him sign my Raeken Ball comic then.

Ryan Kelley

I will see Ryan in Amsterdam and Brussels, so I didn't focus on him. But damn, in real life he looks really, really handsome, he is in a great shape and is quite charismatic! I didn't expect it. He had to laugh hard at my hellhound comic in which Parrish ends up as a camp fire replacement for Theo's and Deuc's BBQ, so he did sign that. I definitely have to do another Hellhound comic to have something new for him until Amsterdam!

Ian Bohen

Ian was very cute! I got two autographs with him on different days and he remembered my name! I said: "Hey, it's the comic guy again!" And he looked at me and said without thinking: "Chan." So this was the moment he conquered my heart. I had to apologize I never did a comic with Peter. And I promised him to do one very soon. I think I might already have an idea...

Shelley Hennig

Shelley couldn't stop saying "this is amazing", she also loved my special Maleo T-Shirt. I should have talked to her more but when I was doing the autograph, I wanted to give her time to see through the stuff but she gladly accepted my business card with my Twitter / Instagram account so who knows?

The Carver Twins

Again, I will meet them in Amsterdam and Brussels and I didn't have any time left so I didn't get to meet them. So nothing to report :(

Meeting you

Whoever did come to me to talk to me about my T-Shirts or if you already knew me and decided to say hello: THANK YOU SO MUCH! It was so funny and such a pleasure to meet people who love my stuff. I even got to record my own "please record a video for our friend where you say hi to her" Video :D I felt SO HONORED. Can't wait to meet you all again!

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Nightmares (Dean)

Character: Dean Winchester

Fandom Supernatural

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Winchester!Reader, Angst

Title: Nightmares

  Requested by anon:

Hi! Can I request something where you are deans daughter and he finds your sketchbook where you draw your nightmares or something

For the deans daughter who draws her nightmares maybe her first drawings are mostly people who have passed (bobby,Kevin) but the ones that upsets dean the most is a mixed drawing of Ben and Lisa who forgot them and dean on the ground hurt due to hell hounds (sorry if it's a little dark :/ )

 WARNING: Tons of spoilers of the show up until Season 6 or so. Also, this is a bit dark!

When I opened my eyes I realized it was nothing but a nightmare. Another one.

I sat up in the bed, which had turned slightly wet with my own sweat. I was shaking from the fear and my breath was heavy and ragged.

I looked over to my left. Sam slept peacefully on his bed.

I looked over to my right. Dean seemed to be having more of a restless dream, but was still fast asleep as well.

I preferred not to bother any of them and I lied down again, covering myself with the sheets up to my jaw and trying to stop shaking.

I closed my eyes tight when remnants of images coming from my nightmare flashed before my eyes. They were etched in my brain, and they would remain there. They always did.

No matter how much time it passed, I always remembered the horrible dreams. Or at least the harrowing scenarios they displayed.

I still remembered the first one I had. It was about that girl, Jessica, back when I was super little. She just burned in the ceiling, and I never understood how or why.

I shook my head, not wanting to recall such horrible events. Mainly because they actually came true. That was why they were even more painful.

I glanced back at Dean, thinking about waking him up again. But I still didn’t want to. Even if I felt comfortable enough to tell him, or Sam, I couldn’t bring myself to.

I was too scared all the time. Back home, I was scared because of my nightmares. Here with the Winchesters I was scared because I realized they were real and the both of them were a little scary themselves. I had seen them hunting, and it was a frightening thing to witness.

So I just resigned myself to leave the room and try and get some fresh air to hopefully clear my mind. Or to get drowsy enough to go back to sleep and pray that I didn’t get any more nightmares.

So I went to open the door, but something stopped me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” It was Dean’s raspy and sleepy voice.

I had to slap my hands over my mouth not to scream out loud from the scare. I did not expect him to be awake and to speak up in the silence of the night.

“You scared me!” I hissed as low as I could, seeing as Sam was still in a deep sleep.

“Sorry” Dean stood up and rubbed his hands against his face to sober up a bit. “But you didn’t answer my question”

“I just wanted to get some fresh air, that’s all” I tried to appear calm and nonchalant, but he probably saw through me.

Not because he knew me too well, but because I was too transparent.

“I’m guessing you had a nightmare” He sat down in the edge of his bed. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really” I sat down in my bed as well, thinking that at least talking to him would get my mind off it all.

“Why not?” I just averted my eyes in response to his question. It was complicated.

My mother recently told me that someone called Dean Winchester was my real father. So of course, being the rogue and determined girl I am, I left to look for him. I needed to meet him.

What I did not expect was to find myself with supernatural hunters that travelled the country to kill monsters. Even if that related to my nightmares and their content.

But the thing was that I didn’t know them. Even if Dean was my father and Sam was my uncle. And they were good men, but…

“Trust me, kid” Dean noticed I was absent and preoccupied, so he intervened. “I’ve seen everything, even things you can’t nearly imagine”

“But this…” I mumbled, trying not to wake Sam up. “This is bad, Dean”

I could read in his expression that he knew I could not call him ‘dad’, he had noticed. How could I? He was almost a complete stranger.

To be honest, I didn’t quite understand why he was letting me stay with them. He could kick me out any minute, or take me back home with my mum.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me” He insisted in a grave voice. “I’ll believe you”

“I’m scared” I admitted, feeling even weaker than usual. I was fed up of being vulnerable and trying to appear strong for my mum’s sake. My life would be so much easier without the nightmares. It would be normal and I wouldn’t leave in a constant state of crippling fear.

“Alright, Y/N” Dean stood up from his bed and sat down next to me, in my own bed. “You have nothing to be scared of, because Sammy and I will protect you”

“You can’t protect me from this” I sobbed, feeling so trapped and anguished.

“What do you mean?”

“I have nightmares, Dean” I averted my eyes and began playing with the hem of my shirt with shaky hands. “And they come true”

For a moment, he just frowned in deep thought. He lingered on the silence as I tried to think of something to say to relief the tension and awkwardness of the environment. Luckily, he finally piped up.

“I need to tell you something” He rested his hand on his leg casually and took a deep breath before he continued speaking. “I found your sketchbook”

“What?” I uttered in horror.

“I… I didn’t know those things you drew were nightmares, but…” Dean passed a hand over his mouth restlessly. “Those things definitely happened, all of them”

I frowned in sadness at the thought that all those horrible things I drew, coming from my nightmares, were realer than ever. Because they had happened to them.

“They happened to you and Sam?” A tear fell from my eye, and I knew it was the first of many.

Dean just nodded solemnly, distraught by the expression on his face.

“The first one you drew… Jessica” Dean sighed, his eyes telling me how painful it all was to remember. “She was Sam’s girlfriend before he became a hunter with me”

I began crying, stricken with a pain too great. My nightmares were someone else’s nightmares. Even if they happened to them while they were awake.

Those nightmares of strangers I used to have were apparently about the Winchesters and their lives. Just when I thought that those that weren’t about my family or my friends were nothing but bad dreams.

After a few more seconds of silence, Dean kept talking.

“And the rest of them? You drew our friends… Bobby, Kevin, Charlie… They all died” He frowned and looked down in grief. “You also drew Ben and Lisa forgetting about me, and they were the closest thing I had to a family apart from Sammy”

I remembered vividly how each bad dream made me feel. The unease, the sadness and grief. Realizing they felt that as well was heart breaking.

“Drawing them made me feel better” I cried lowly, unable to hold it in anymore. “It helped me convince myself that maybe some of them weren’t real”

Dean looked up at me, fixing his gentle green eyes on me with pity. He opened his mouth to talk and try to comfort me, but I needed to let out all those things I was bottling up for so long.

“I saw you with the Hellhounds, I saw Sam in the Cage and you both in Hell…” I sniffed through my nose, even if I couldn’t stop crying because it was so sad and harrowing. “And you went through all that…”

Disconsolate, I hid my face in my hands and cried there. An ominous weight settled in my chest, but for once it was probably all sadness and nothing more. Not a hunch, not a feeling that something terrible would happen. This time it was just pain.

“It’s what we do” Dean resigned himself. “Saving people and hunting things…”

“Even if it means losing yourselves along the way” I whispered under my breath, sitting up straight and doing my best to get a hold off myself.

“Are you okay?” He asked me even if we both knew the answer.

“I don’t know what to do…” After I found out the truth about my nightmares, I felt even more lost than usual. “What am I supposed to do?”

“You can stay with us if you want” Dean told me sweetly. “Or if you want to go back home, we’ll give you a ride”

“No, I want to stay” For the first time, it felt like Dean wasn’t a stranger anymore, and neither was Sam. “Maybe my nightmares can be useful for once if they warn me about the danger”

Luckily for me, I rarely ever got any nightmares about my friends or family back home. Even if I was a coward and didn’t tell anyone, hence not being able to help. But since Sam and Dean were living a more dangerous life, I could try and keep them safe while they did to.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… I’m just worried about Sam”

“He’ll be okay with it” Dean assured calmly. “But you have to be safe and do as we tell you to, okay? That you stay with us doesn’t mean you hunt”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. Obviously, he was scared that I got too into their lifestyle. After all, not even them liked being hunters.

I stood up and hesitated a little. But in the end I gave him a hug, even if it was a little awkward. But I really wanted to show him I was grateful, that I appreciated him. And his brother. My father and uncle, I guess.

“Listen, Y/N” He told me as he softly broke the hug. “We don’t really know why you have those nightmares, but we’ll make sure they don’t become real”

I smiled a little and he grinned back.

I suddenly didn’t feel so scared. Being around Sam and especially Dean made me feel safer, because they were the only ones that could do something about my nightmares.