Dean Cas Big Bang - Strange Truths
Title: Strange Truths
Author: 9_of_clubs
Artist: amyeyl
Artist Note: This has been my first time doing the deancasbigbang and I'm so happy that I did. I've had such a wonderful time getting to know and working with 9_of_clubs. Her story was a delight to read and it made me want to draw again. It put images in my head, and that doesn't happen nearly enough for me. I feel so lucky that I was able provide artwork for her story. Please go read it: On AO3 or on LJ
Artwork is a bit spoilery... and I've included the story snippets associated with the scenes, so yeah.
...the girl sneezes again, and then she’s choking, no, heaving, dry heaving, and plants are falling out of her mouth. He hears the mother’s worried screech, but can’t turn away to see if she is alright or not as the onslaught continues. Eileen sneezes and pinecones fall out of her nose, the greenery still pouring from her lips, her skin is changing too, turning alternatingly brown and green, becoming rougher around the chest, and smoother around the arms, as she transforms...her middle taking the shape of a tree trunk, her skin falling out as fine blades of grass. Not a child at all then, he’s transfixed though horrified, a puppet animated from the trees. Her red hair turns last, rounding out into bright autumn berries...
“I think Cassy would happily trade us both for a laptop, don’t you?” He turns to Dean, who’s disarmed for a moment by the seeming camaraderie but then laughs as well. Cas glares at them from the back seat.
“I would do no such thing.” He protests, pulling out the phone again to continue looking his reading. The laughter fades off and Dean sinks into the thoughts of the case once more.
The car goes silent. Balthazar’s eyes on the road, Cas’s on the tiny screen and sometimes on the back of Dean’s head, and Dean’s staring straight ahead. It’s progress, but it’s not enough. Not yet.
Balthazar has stepped onto the cage, grimacing as though slapped, but ignoring the way the spell tries to push him off. He’s an angel with a human soul, he’s as much right to walk the bars as Cas.
...
Cas tries to protest, tries to make him leave, but he’s too weak, in too much pain. The ground leaves him and Balthazar’s holding him, bringing him towards the last lock.
[Dean] huffs back to the couch, not freeing Hannibal from the flames, he shoves Balthazar over and sits between the two, his arms sliding over the back of the couch.
Also, you can't tell in every picture, but I've decided that Cas only wears green socks. Thank you deancasbigbang and 9_of_clubs!!
Author: 9_of_clubs
Artist: amyeyl
Artist Note: This has been my first time doing the deancasbigbang and I'm so happy that I did. I've had such a wonderful time getting to know and working with 9_of_clubs. Her story was a delight to read and it made me want to draw again. It put images in my head, and that doesn't happen nearly enough for me. I feel so lucky that I was able provide artwork for her story. Please go read it: On AO3 or on LJ
Artwork is a bit spoilery... and I've included the story snippets associated with the scenes, so yeah.
...the girl sneezes again, and then she’s choking, no, heaving, dry heaving, and plants are falling out of her mouth. He hears the mother’s worried screech, but can’t turn away to see if she is alright or not as the onslaught continues. Eileen sneezes and pinecones fall out of her nose, the greenery still pouring from her lips, her skin is changing too, turning alternatingly brown and green, becoming rougher around the chest, and smoother around the arms, as she transforms...her middle taking the shape of a tree trunk, her skin falling out as fine blades of grass. Not a child at all then, he’s transfixed though horrified, a puppet animated from the trees. Her red hair turns last, rounding out into bright autumn berries...
“I think Cassy would happily trade us both for a laptop, don’t you?” He turns to Dean, who’s disarmed for a moment by the seeming camaraderie but then laughs as well. Cas glares at them from the back seat.
“I would do no such thing.” He protests, pulling out the phone again to continue looking his reading. The laughter fades off and Dean sinks into the thoughts of the case once more.
The car goes silent. Balthazar’s eyes on the road, Cas’s on the tiny screen and sometimes on the back of Dean’s head, and Dean’s staring straight ahead. It’s progress, but it’s not enough. Not yet.
Balthazar has stepped onto the cage, grimacing as though slapped, but ignoring the way the spell tries to push him off. He’s an angel with a human soul, he’s as much right to walk the bars as Cas.
...
Cas tries to protest, tries to make him leave, but he’s too weak, in too much pain. The ground leaves him and Balthazar’s holding him, bringing him towards the last lock.
[Dean] huffs back to the couch, not freeing Hannibal from the flames, he shoves Balthazar over and sits between the two, his arms sliding over the back of the couch.
Also, you can't tell in every picture, but I've decided that Cas only wears green socks. Thank you deancasbigbang and 9_of_clubs!!