Art post: Exodus (Sassy minibang)
Link to Fic: Exodus
Link to Art: Right here!
Author: drivebyagogo
Artist: cassiopeia7
Media: Main pieces: Pen-and-ink and Prismacolor markers. Banner: 90% digital. \o/
Warnings: ART CONTAINS STORY SPOILERS.
Summary: When Sam and Dean are left with no choice but to forcibly remove the Purgatory souls, Castiel's Grace is ripped away and he is left human. The adjustment proves to be more difficult than any of them had anticipated and Castiel reluctantly allows Sam's support though he is still suffering from the psychological wound of falling.
With Sam's help and a little time, he finds a new purpose for himself.
Artist's note: And to think that I almost passed on this minibang. Who knew Sassy could be so much fun?
It was a joy working with you, drivebyagogo. Thank you for writing such a quietly lovely fic featuring such beautiful scenes that just begged to be drawn. Sam and Cas watching "the steady ballet of ochre and coral rip savage into blue"? How could anyone resist illustrating such a beautiful description? Thanks for being so patient and tolerant while your multitasking artist finished up all those "other" art projects. True, it was slow going for a while, but by Chuck, we got there! :)
Hugs, thanks and virtual roses to my art beta, the kind and patient maichan808, whose sharp eye somehow manages to find some good within my scribbles and who keeps pushing me to improve. Hugs and cookies to my buddy, the devilish awesome vicious_sock, who lured encouraged me into signing up for Sassy in the first place. Finally, hugs and smishes to my friend and lifesaver, the wonderful a_carnal_mink. Without your kindness I would never have made it to the finish line, and that is no lie.
Enough with the yapping. On with the show!
Dean took the first bite, leaning back into the couch, humming lightly.
He took his time, chewed slow-enjoyed each and every crumb.
Dean could see Castiel’s jaw working, his imperceptible glances
becoming less and less so, until finally his stomach groaned so loudly,
Cas jumped a little from the sudden shock.
Sam settled neatly into the routine of swipe and rinse until slowly
Castiel’s face was clean-shaven down to the smooth skin underneath
the stubble Sam had never seen him without.
“I wish there was something I could say to…to make all this better. I wish you
could just wake up one day and have all the things you lost when we fought you
that very last time. I’m sorry, Cas. I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened.”
“It’s just a sprain, Sam. Give ‘im some IBUs or something over the counter,”
Dean muttered gruffly, jamming the little bottle into the pocket of his PJs.
“Shut your eyes!”
Instead of them turning away and leaving him like he wanted,
Sam and Dean Winchester both grabbed his hands.
And things were as they had always been.
Sam had faith.
Link to Art: Right here!
Author: drivebyagogo
Artist: cassiopeia7
Media: Main pieces: Pen-and-ink and Prismacolor markers. Banner: 90% digital. \o/
Warnings: ART CONTAINS STORY SPOILERS.
Summary: When Sam and Dean are left with no choice but to forcibly remove the Purgatory souls, Castiel's Grace is ripped away and he is left human. The adjustment proves to be more difficult than any of them had anticipated and Castiel reluctantly allows Sam's support though he is still suffering from the psychological wound of falling.
With Sam's help and a little time, he finds a new purpose for himself.
Artist's note: And to think that I almost passed on this minibang. Who knew Sassy could be so much fun?
It was a joy working with you, drivebyagogo. Thank you for writing such a quietly lovely fic featuring such beautiful scenes that just begged to be drawn. Sam and Cas watching "the steady ballet of ochre and coral rip savage into blue"? How could anyone resist illustrating such a beautiful description? Thanks for being so patient and tolerant while your multitasking artist finished up all those "other" art projects. True, it was slow going for a while, but by Chuck, we got there! :)
Hugs, thanks and virtual roses to my art beta, the kind and patient maichan808, whose sharp eye somehow manages to find some good within my scribbles and who keeps pushing me to improve. Hugs and cookies to my buddy, the devilish awesome vicious_sock, who lured encouraged me into signing up for Sassy in the first place. Finally, hugs and smishes to my friend and lifesaver, the wonderful a_carnal_mink. Without your kindness I would never have made it to the finish line, and that is no lie.
Enough with the yapping. On with the show!
Dean took the first bite, leaning back into the couch, humming lightly.
He took his time, chewed slow-enjoyed each and every crumb.
Dean could see Castiel’s jaw working, his imperceptible glances
becoming less and less so, until finally his stomach groaned so loudly,
Cas jumped a little from the sudden shock.
Sam settled neatly into the routine of swipe and rinse until slowly
Castiel’s face was clean-shaven down to the smooth skin underneath
the stubble Sam had never seen him without.
“I wish there was something I could say to…to make all this better. I wish you
could just wake up one day and have all the things you lost when we fought you
that very last time. I’m sorry, Cas. I’m so sorry for everything that’s happened.”
“It’s just a sprain, Sam. Give ‘im some IBUs or something over the counter,”
Dean muttered gruffly, jamming the little bottle into the pocket of his PJs.
“Shut your eyes!”
Instead of them turning away and leaving him like he wanted,
Sam and Dean Winchester both grabbed his hands.
And things were as they had always been.
Sam had faith.