Your blog is awesome!! Here’s a little Kevin memorial fan art
man i sure needed this <3 thank you!
I absolutely love this blog <3 So here is a fan art of Dean C:
YELLS VERY HARD THIS IS SO PRETTY THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH
AAH THE COLLAR LOOKS SO COOL AHAHSFDDFDF
New seasonal blog header everyone <3
it is also a christmas card! free to send to all your loved ones!
Spn dogs-winchester brothers
I DID IT. re-vamp of this drawing
i said if it got 100.000 notes i would re-draw it and you guys sure were eager.
this better get 100.000 notes all overagain for the nagging you guys put me though ohmygod also if you delete my artist comments i will fcking shit on you
Benny? Benny. Benny? Yeah Benny.
AAAH OMFG WHAT A CUTIE
i dont mean to throw in a spoiler but
F UCKIBNG SHIT
omYgooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood thats so cute omfg
you guys dont understand how MUCH i love when you guys do cutie pie things like this for me i cant believe people do fanart im
Mary Winchester (the second) ran as fast as her paws would take her. Her paws were aching from hitting the asphalt, but staying on the road as much as possible was important to hide her scent. If she was going to succeed, she was going to have to put as much distance as humanly possible between herself and her family. Honestly, the only reason she might get away with it was she was the last puppy they’d have expected this from. Well, except maybe Em. But Shotgun they were just waiting to pull something like this, and even feisty Bee was more likely than sweet little Mary, right?
But. She knew about the things that went bump in the night. Things that preyed on those who couldn’t defend themselves, and she couldn’t just sit there and let that happen. Not when she knew how to fight them. So here she was, in the middle of night, running off to become a hunter.
She knew what her dads would say. God knows she’d heard it enough from them shutting down Shotgun when he’d proposed becoming a hunter himself. “No.” “It’s more dangerous than you realize.” “There are consequences you don’t understand.” “We just want what’s best for you.” Yeah well, it wasn’t for them to decide what was best for her or the risks she was willing to take.
The sun was beginning to rise when she reached the next town over. Relief flooded through her, she was absolutely exhausted. It was very early morning, so there weren’t too many people about, but it was still important she find shelter quickly. If for no other reason than she might collapse in the street otherwise. She remembered from their stories Dad and Uncle Sam slept in caves and abandoned buildings. Well, she wasn’t going to find a cave in a town, so she started sniffing around for the latter.
It didn’t take long to find what looked to be an abandoned warehouse, and she climbed in through a broken window. It was cold inside, and dark. She shivered, but kept moving. After a bit of digging she was able to find an old tarp she was able to fashion into a something resembling a bed, and she used her teeth to undo the bag she had strapped to her back. It was slightly big for her adolescent frame, but she’d grow into it.
She had gotten into her dad’s old supplies and lifted a little bit of everything. Salt, dead man’s blood, holy water, silver tooth caps, matches, books on exorcisms and various monsters, diagrams of devil’s traps and angel wardings, whatever she could find. Most importantly, tucked into the back, was her dad’s journal. She nosed the bag open just to make sure it was still there. Of course it was, and she closed it back up.
Curling up on the cold, hard floor; she felt a brief pang of longing for the warm bodies of her siblings around her, but it was quickly chased away by blissful sleep.
sCREAMS REALLY LOUDLY GUYS LOOK ITS FANFIC FOR THE DESTIEL PUPPIES I DREW WHILE A GO I AM SCREMINGAD —
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