A Winchester Christmas

"Good bread and good drink, a good fire in the hall,
Brawn, pudding, and souse, and good mustard withal.
Beef, mutton, and pork, and good pies of the best,
Pig, veal, goose, and capon, and turkey well drest,
Cheese, apples and nuts, and good carols to hear,
As then in the country is counted good cheer."

---from Christmas Cheer by Thomas Tusser


This is my brother, Dean

Just a start for digital painting,

I had the hardest time drawing Sam's right arm. I had no reference for his gesture toward Dean with the palm facing up. I finally got a little help when I purchased this little guy. He's the A9-RIG Ranger from He has endless posing possiblities, beats all my other manikins by miles.


A Fanfic

This is different, I wrote a story! Actually I wrote it a long time ago and never posted it, since I have
never considered myself a writer. But I found it the other day and thought, what the heck. It's about
Dean's reflections on Sam in a seedy bar, in a nameless town, like a hundred others they have been in.
Probably fits more around the early years of their hunting together, before all the heavy stuff happened.

Title: One Tough Macho Dude
Rating: Gen
Characters: Dean, Sam
Words: 1.3K

Dean sat in the furthest corner of the smoky bar, his back against the rear wall of the
shabby establishment. The booth he sat in gave him a clear view of the front and rear
door as well as the entire sweep of the bar that lined one wall and most of the other
tables and booths in the place. The only section not in his direct line of sight was the
smaller area off of the front door where a pool table and jukebox pulled in the
rowdier patrons.

He wasn’t chasing a lead, he wasn’t checking out the place as a possible venue for his
hustling skills. His choice of a strategic position was merely a reflex action, something
he was only half aware of doing whenever he entered any location.

In reality, all he was doing in the bar was nursing a beer and waiting for Sam to turn up
before ordering some sandwiches for their dinner. It was late and they were tired from a
long interstate drive. They were willing to put up with a skimpy meal as long as it was fast
and they could get out of there and into a motel room as soon as possible. He scrubbed a
callused palm over his face and leaned back into the old vinyl upholstery of the booth
with a sigh. It was good to be out of the cutting wind outside and his stomach was making
happy noises at the prospect of food.

He took a long drink of beer and then flicked his eyes to his watch. It was no more than
10 minutes ago that he had parted from Sam after they clambered stiffly from the Impala
in the parking lot. Sam had headed to a small convenience store down the street while Dean
went straight into the bar to find the head before ordering up two cold ones and settling into
the booth. Now as he sat waiting with stomach growling, he couldn’t help frowning with annoyance.
But he wasn’t sure if the annoyance was at his brother for taking so long, or at himself for feeling
paranoid about Sam being out of his sight for any prolonged amount of time.

He drummed his fingers on the scarred table and fought the urge to go to the door and look
down the street. With a slight scowl he leaned back again into the seat and resolutely turned his
attention to checking out the crowded bar.

The customers were the usual cross section of the people that you would expect to find in a
seedy bar of a tiny Midwestern town. Weather hardened older men in overalls, truck caps and
flannel jackets. Young toughs full of brash laughter and loud talk, winking at the bored waitresses.
There were not a lot of women in the crowd, but the few there seemed to be laughing just as loud
and drinking just as hard as their male companions.

As Dean practiced eye wandered over the female forms in his view, he decided that the pickings
were slim. Most looked a little too tough or old for his taste. Honkey tonk music blaring from the
jukebox completed the picture. He idly wondered if there would be any rock selections available
on the jukebox but quickly nixed the idea.

After another quick pull on the beer bottle he set it down with a resigned sigh and prepared to
haul himself from the booth to find Sam. But even as he leaned forward the door swung open
and Sam blew in on a gust of wind that rattled the wine glasses on their racks over the bar.
Dean sank back into the shadowy corner, instantly at ease. He watched with fond amusement
as Sam gave a small jerk of his shoulders as if to shake off the cold and took a look around
the bar.

There was a slight lessening in the volume of talk and laughter as some of the bar patrons
checked out the new arrival, mostly as flickering side glances or unobtrusive stares. Dean
wondered if the same thing had happened when he arrived. It would be hard thing to catch
upon entering. But the thought made him look again at Sam and try to imagine what the barflies
saw when he entered. A tall broad shouldered young man, with the collar of his brown corduroy
jacket turned up against the cold, shaggy brown hair ruffled by the wind and curling over his
forehead and into his eyes. His high cheekbones were ruddy with the cold as he stood there,
a little breathless, his curiously slanted hazel eyes searching the crowd for a familiar face.
It occurred to Dean then that the lean muscular body didn’t quite match the face, especially
when those hazel eyes lit up at the sight of Dean. With a soft smile Sam nodded in
Dean’s direction and then took a step to the bar to try to get the bartender’s attention.

Dean continued to observe Sam thoughtfully. Sam had his unusual height of course, but there was
something more that made him a commanding figure. Maybe it was those big hands. Dean knew that
they could shoot a rifle, shotgun or handgun with lightning precision. Or the arms that could wield an
axe or machete with deadly force. Maybe it was the sure way he moved which reflected the hard physical
training that made him such a formidable opponent. Whatever the reason, Sam’s body was a commanding
presence that could give most other men a pause.

And yet, though his body was tough and authoritarian, his face was young and unassuming and they
didn’t match. Dean smiled to himself and gave his head a shake. “Ah little brother”, he thought, “ You’re
one tough macho dude, and I still feel uneasy letting you walk down a dark street alone”

Dean kept watching Sam as he leaned on the bar and talked to the bartender. He had a stack of newspapers
under one arm and he struggled to get his wallet out of his pocket with his free hand to pay for something
he had ordered. Dean noticed with amusement that one of the likelier looking women had climbed onto one
of the stools next to Sam and was trying to attract his attention. She was attractive in a hard-bitten kind of way.
Tossing her long black hair over one shoulder, she leaned on the bar to take a sip of her drink through a long
straw, all the while cutting her eyes at Sam. Sam was oblivious as he struggled to pay the bartender. Her mouth
twisted unattractively for a second when she realized that her maneuvers were having no effect on the big stranger.
She turned the stool toward Sam and stared at him more openly.

Sam picked up the cup of hot chocolate the bartender put on the bar for him. He balanced the cup, saucer,
spoon and napkins in one large hand and prepared to move, but his determined pursuer also chose that moment
to make her move. She stood on the rungs of her stool and reached across his arm to snag a napkin from a dispenser
located on Sam’s other side. He quickly set the cup down to avoid spilling the hot drink on her and froze when her
ample cleavage passed inches from his nose. She settled languidly back onto her stool with a knowing smirk on her
face. He gave her assets a startled glance, quickly averted his eyes and muttered a soft “S’cuze me” as he lifted his
cup again and made a hasty escape. Dean shoulders shook in silent laughter as he watched the scene unfold. Sam
headed his way with a slightly concerned expression on his face, completely missing the huffy exit of his would be
seducer in the opposite direction.

Sam slid into the booth, took one look at Dean’s grinning face and testily said “Shut up”.

Grimm Brothers Winchester

I started this sketch a long time ago and finally felt like finishing it. It combines my love of The Brothers Grimm movie and the Winchesters. I could easily imagine Sam and Dean in these roles.

My interest in SPN has renewed recently, maybe because I really liked the last season and the finale episode. That last Winchester hug brought tears to my eyes ;,},,

I left the sketch with minimal shading because I want to do some coloring in Photoshop. We'll see how that turns out.

Click to see bigger.

A little progress:


Sam and Dean in Colored Pencil

It's funny, I'm not sure why I never posted this here. It's from an early season still which I tweaked a bit. It's done in colored pencil on pastelmat paper.

I changed the background and moved Sam and Dean closer together.

Click on the image for a better look.

Click here to see an animated gif of the drawing process.

For an all-fandom gift exchange

I did a sketch to fulfill a wish at insmallpackages. The request was for "Art, graphics and/or icons - SPN, Sam/Dean - BROTHERLY LOVE! be that in the form of manhandling, hair/head-touching, hugging, whatever (I love muted colors and crisp, not-too-busy graphics)."

I loved the idea of doing something that illustrated brotherly love between Sam and Dean. I wanted to be quick so it stayed at the sketch stage.


My Summer Art

I recently participated in the spn_summer_art  challenge and had a great time coming up with my entry. Check out the Summer Art Challenge if you haven't already. There were many wonderful artworks from a whole bunch of very talented SPN artists!

Early on I had seen the banners for the challenge and considered participating, but what clinched it was finding the perfect reference for a summer based theme.

The male figure already looked enough like Sam from the back, I just had to make his hair darker and longer. For Dean I flipped the image and used the reference for his body, making it a bit less muscular. Then I looked around for pictures of the back of Dean's head to help me get a likeness for him. That was tougher, but I did find a few, mostly screen shots like this one.

Of course it was fuzzy and the top of his head was cut off, but it helped.

The only other thing I changed in the general line drawing was to tone down the lens distortion which is pretty noticeable in the reference image.

To see an animated gif of  the painting process click here

Master Art Post for SPN Reverse Big Bang 2010

This year I finally participated in a Big Bang Challenge, the spn_reversebang . The reverse part comes from having an art prompt as the starting point, instead of a story prompt. I loved the idea of having a story inspired by whatever art idea I could come up with.

The lovely katsuyakaiba69 picked my prompt and we spent several fun weeks having a great time working together. I was very lucky to be chosen by this very talented writer. Please go and read her wonderfully thought provoking story  "Into the Land of Nod" here.

Now for the artwork!

First for the banner I recycled one of the interior illustrations.

Illustrating an early scene....

"Sam? Sam!" The curdling cold in his belly began to spread through his veins. "Where are you?"

This is the illustration that developed from my original art prompt.

Dean showed Sam the symbol that was starting to appear on his palm.


The thread-thin circle etched into Dean's palm was now encircled by another, forming the black outline of a ring that sat small and hollow in his hand and tugged at Dean's fraying nerves.

Finally, illustrating one of the last scenes in the story...

"You just...just go back."

So there it is! Hope you guys have as much fun reading as I did playing in this challenge!