Fanart (SDMB): "We've Not Yet Lost All Our Grace" (S/D, hard R, NSFW)
Title: We've Not Yet Lost All Our Grace
Author: ephermeralk
Artist: cassiopeia7
Rating: Hard R (art only)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: Bare asses, implied sexual acts, and generally NSFW. Art is a story spoiler!
Media: Ink, Copic and Prismacolor marker, and a bit of digital enhancement.
Summary: Eighteen years ago, Azazel burned Sam and Dean Winchester’s mother to the ceiling, whisking Sam out of his brother’s arms, raising him as Hell's champion. Now that he’s come of age, Sam must pass one final test before commanding Azazel’s armies. His task: kill Dean Winchester, the only hunter who can supposedly lay ruin to Sam’s destiny. But when Sam meets Dean in a grungy bar outside of Seattle, he feels the beginnings of an inexplicable bond with the hunter. And as their night together unravels, Sam realizes that everything he thought he knew about his life might be a lie…leaving Dean and him to pick up the pieces of their history in order to face the coming demon war together.
Artist notes: It was the "Sam has to pass one final test ... kill Dean Winchester" that hauled my dark soul in like a fish on a hook. Then my author revealed herself to be one of my favorite LJ people. Then, I read the story, and wow, talk about winning the challenge lottery. "Grace" itself is so deliciously warped and off-kilter, my Muse presented almost all of the scenes at, shall we say, challenging angles. O, Perspective, you are a cruel mistress.
Thanks and hugs to my insane and awesome author, ephermeralk, who was as big a pleasure to work with as she is to talk with, full of ideas and suggestions and patience, dear lord, she had that in spades. K, as I said earlier, it was an honor and a privilege to work with you, bb. May there be a "next time."
More thanks go to my brilliant and awesomesauce art beta, The Amazing Quickreaver, a fantastic artist in her own right, and one who pushes this here crayon-scribbler to be better.
Finally, thank you to the wondrous riyku for running this shindig. None of us would be here without ya, bb!
Also? Thank you to the magnificent Winston . . . just because. ♥
ART CONTAINS STORY SPOILERS! PLEASE READ THE FIC FIRST!
Sam rests his elbows and the curve of his spine against the bar, casually angling his pelvis out, showing off just the hint of flat stomach where his shirt rides up.
Once he finally gets enough strength back in his body to focus on something besides his sore throat, he looks up at Dean only to find that he’s zipped himself up and is leaning against the car parked beside his Impala, arms and legs crossed.
“Neglect to tell me something there?”
Dean exhales against his skin, and then presses his ear against Sam’s chest. Just sits and listens to his heartbeat.
“You’re pretty hot when you’re mad,” Sam remarks casually. He flicks his hand and Dean’s gun skitters to the floor, coming to a stop at the bottom of the bed. Dean makes as if to follow it, but Sam’s not ready for him to move yet.
Sam focuses hard, uses all of his energy to slowly draw Meg out of the girl’s body.
The water pressure sucks, and it’s really too small of a shower for even one of them, never mind the both of them, but they make it work.
Everyone’s shouting, and Dean’s still fighting, screaming, “That’s my dad in there. That’s my dad!”
“The Eagles best-hits playing and my brother by my side. Ain’t nowhere I’d rather be,” Dean says . . .