Big Bang Art Post!! "We Drank A Thousand Times" (minor spoilers)
So this year I was privileged enough to be able to draw for two different BB projects. The first of these is glorious_spoon's truly epic and wonderful story, "We Drank A Thousand Times." This fic is absolutely one of my new favorite stories and one of the very best pre-series fics I've read. I can't recommend it enough. All I can do is say thank you for the chance to draw fanart for such a touching and powerful story.
Be warned, the pics do contain minor spoilers for the story ahead but I tried to go for images that wouldn't take away any of the pleasure of the fic itself.
It never really gets cool in Canfield, North Carolina in July, but at least outside there's a breeze coming in off the river and the air doesn't stink of sweat and beer. It's late enough that it's quiet--hell, in a town this size, it's lights-out after nine-thirty. Streetlamps just light up the five blocks of main road, and once they cross the highway there's no light but the half-moon riding low on the horizon. An old farm truck rumbles past them as they cross over the bridge on the way out of town, but other than that it might as well be a ghost town.
Except for Sam, of course.
He don't know what to call this thing between him and Dean. It ain't love, that's for sure. Dean's got no room in his heart for anybody but his family, and any love Jay had in him died in the morgue when he had to identify Keith by the tattoo on his leg because his face was too beat-in to recognize. He's a little piece of comfort for Dean, and maybe that goes both ways. It ain't much, but it's something.
He's smiling when he hangs up.
He draws in a mouthful of smoke and blows it out into the heavy air. This time of year, the heat has burnt all the scrub grass out front yellow, and the trees along the side of the road look droopy.
There will also be some additional images added over the next few days as I'm out of town right now and couldn't get them all uploaded before I left.
Be warned, the pics do contain minor spoilers for the story ahead but I tried to go for images that wouldn't take away any of the pleasure of the fic itself.
It never really gets cool in Canfield, North Carolina in July, but at least outside there's a breeze coming in off the river and the air doesn't stink of sweat and beer. It's late enough that it's quiet--hell, in a town this size, it's lights-out after nine-thirty. Streetlamps just light up the five blocks of main road, and once they cross the highway there's no light but the half-moon riding low on the horizon. An old farm truck rumbles past them as they cross over the bridge on the way out of town, but other than that it might as well be a ghost town.
Except for Sam, of course.
He don't know what to call this thing between him and Dean. It ain't love, that's for sure. Dean's got no room in his heart for anybody but his family, and any love Jay had in him died in the morgue when he had to identify Keith by the tattoo on his leg because his face was too beat-in to recognize. He's a little piece of comfort for Dean, and maybe that goes both ways. It ain't much, but it's something.
He's smiling when he hangs up.
He draws in a mouthful of smoke and blows it out into the heavy air. This time of year, the heat has burnt all the scrub grass out front yellow, and the trees along the side of the road look droopy.
There will also be some additional images added over the next few days as I'm out of town right now and couldn't get them all uploaded before I left.