Not Supernatural

Imagine Dean calling Sam to tell him some bad news.

A/N: Starting off Angst Appreciation Day with a short imagine.

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

Dean took a shuddering breath as he tried to collect himself. He didn’t know how he was supposed to call Sam; he hadn’t talked to him since he left for Stanford three years ago. Now he had to call and tell him that their baby sister was-

Shaking his head Dean tried to clear his mind, hoping that if he shook his head hard enough he’d be able to forget for a moment what happened to you.

He’d be able to forget the way you screamed his name for help.

He’d be able to forget the fear in your eyes as he tried to stop the profuse bleeding from your chest.

He’d be able to forget how you begged him to save you.

He’d be able to forget how he felt you take your last breathes.

He’d be able to forget that you were dead because he had overlooked a closet in the house you two were hunting a shifter at.

He’d be able to forget that your death was on him.

But he couldn’t, and now he was going to have to call his brother to tell him that their little sister; their barely eighteen year old sister was dead.

The last time Y/N had talked to Sam she was telling him that she had decided against going off to college so that she could stay with Dean.

She stayed because of him.

Everything was because of him.

Pressing the send button Dean held the phone up to his ear, hoping Sam wouldn’t answer but knowing he would since Dean was using your phone.

“Hey Y/N.” Sam’s voice came through the other end of the line.

“Sammy.” Dean’s voice cracked.

The phone was silent for a moment and that was when Dean knew that Sam had realized why he was getting the call.

Dean heard Sam try to suppress a sob,

“No.”

Originally posted by jared-jensen-misha-mark67

anonymous asked:

Hey there, I admire your work as an artist, so I thought I'd ask for some tips on how to draw faces from angles that arent front-on? :3

Hi! Thank you!

Sadly, I absolutely suck at giving advice or tips, because I just do it a certain way and hope for the best. So this is not a tutorial at all and I assume that you already have looked at some stuff before to figure out how to draw faces.

For this I’ll simply make a sketch to try to show you how I do stuff… So for this we need a volunteer.

Cas apparently doesn’t want to look at us, so hi Sam! 

It’s easiest to work with references so you can always check back how it’s actually supposed to look whenever you need a bit of help.

So let’s get started!

So this potato with a target on it, is the basic head shape. Art teachers or students might not draw it like this, no idea, but this is what works for me most of the time.

I always try to put some “landmarks” for orientation in the face. Usually that’s the shape of the face and the nose/ brow.

Looks creepy but it’s a start. See how I’ve put in the major “landmarks”? It already looks like a face.

As you can see the edge of the nose and the inner corner of the eye kinda align. (Again, proper art tutorials will tell you tricks for how to navigate drawing the face.)

Something like this comes out. Now you just continue to build up Sammy’s face.

Sam’s kinda skeptical about what I’m doing. But I continue working with my sketch, always keeping an eye on the reference.

“Did I forget Dean’s pie…?”

Where’s my Mom?

A/N: Happy Angst Appreciation Day. Reader is Eileen’s five year old daughter.

Sam stared down at Eileen’s body in shock; he couldn’t believe she was dead. He felt the tears begin to quickly build in his eyes while he observed the different injuries that she was covered in.

The brothers continued their conversation about what happened, how could she be dead? Why did the hell hound kill her? Why did this always have to happen to the ones that they loved?

Then Dean asked a question that stopped Sam’s heart;

“What do you think happened to Y/N?”

“We need to find her Dean.” Sam said in a serious tone that was laced with worry. You were only five years old; your mother was dead and your father was a hunter who wanted nothing to do with you, just another reason why Eileen always avoided other hunters.

“I know Sam, we will.” Dean assured him before turning to leave the morgue.

“No Dean,” Sam replied, gripping his brother’s arm, “We need to find her. She’s just a kid, who’s alone with the freaking British Men of Letters out there looking for all hunters. They wanted revenge on Eileen for the accident with the colt, who’s to say they won’t take it out on Y/N.”

Dean nodded his head, “We need to find Y/N.”

A few days had passed since Eileen’s death and the Winchester’s were no closer to finding you. They had checked every motel in the area Eileen’s body had been found. They checked data bases, security cameras, they couldn’t find you anywhere.

They hadn’t given up the search, but moved their hunt for you back to the bunker so that they could have a home base while finding you.

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Backstabber

Summary: You went behind the boys’ backs in order to help them on a hunt, but you never thought that the backlash would be that bad.  
Pairing: SamxReader
Words: 1356
Warning: Language. Angst.
AN: This kinda hurt to write, but I also really enjoyed it. I wanna thank @skybinx-blog, cos it was a prompt sent in by her that inspired this one! It was originally one of my drabbles, but it seriously got away from me. But I can’t say I’m complaining. Especially since it’s Angst Day!!!  :p
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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It was a little scary how angry Sam was at you, considering you’d only ever seen this kind of anger from him directed at the bad guy. You’d always found it heart-warming, how passionate he got when it came to defending civilians, but this… if you didn’t know him as well as you did, it’d be terrifying.

You were sat at the head of the bed in your pyjama shorts a shirt, knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him pace up and down the foot of the bed. He’d been silent for almost five minutes, and you were starting to get worried.

“Sam-”

“Don’t,” he snapped, not even looking up at you as he shook his head, “you don’t get to talk, Y/N.”

Making a small, huffing sound, you shifted slightly where you sat. “I think I have a right to defend myself,” you muttered, a bitter edge to your voice.

“Really? You think that?” he said, pausing in his pacing to stare down at you with nothing but rage in his eyes, you could practically feel it rolling off of his body in waves. “Cos from where I’m standing, Y/N, you just stabbed us in the back!”

“No, Sam! I was helping you and Dean out, we needed the help.”

“You went behind our backs and went to Crowley, Y/N. Freaking Crowley! Now, Dean’s got a broken leg and the goddamn Colt is missing. What the hell gave you the right to use that as a bartering chip?” He was going red in the face now, and you could feel true panic starting to rise in your chest, your heart pounding against the inside of your ribs as if it were trying to break free.

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