Supernatural Imagines and Stories

Picasso

The boys and yourself had taken a couple days off to relax, Dean especially needed it because winter was always depressing for him. You and Sam made sure he knew you both were ther efor him, but he mostly stayed to himself. You both shrugged it off and knew he wasn't the asking-for-help type. You mainly passed the time by hanging around in your chair and drew whatever made you happy. Drawing totally mellowed you out, so it was a good outlet when you weren't feeling like yourself. Currently, you were trying to get Sam's smile just right, but that sucker always ducked his head when he smiled. You ripped the page out of your binder, crumpled it, and threw it at his head.

"Stop ducking your head moose! I can't get the angle right!" He looked up at you, startled and caught off gaurd. "Wait what?" Sam then picked up the page you chucked at it. Unfolding it, he let out a soft gasp. "Wow ___, you're amazing! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Flushing, you fiddled with your pencil, caught in his hazel gaze. "I'm very critical of my work. I want to make sure it's perfect before I show it to anyone. But, there's always some room for improvement for all my stuff." Sam just kept staring at you, a soft smile on his face. Discreetly, you let your pencil start to move. When you had his features memorized, you broke the contact and focused on your drawing.

You glanced up every now and then, discovering that he was still smiling. "Thanks Sammy. You can stop posing now." His eyes focused on you better, and his cheeks turned red. "Oh...was-was I making a face?" You smiled and shook your head. "Killing me Winchester."

Okay super short and I apologize but my creatvity lobe is like haha sucker let's not write anything worth showing to a cat! So again sooo sorry readers, between not bieng able to write well and some personal stuff, I've been slacking a lot. But I'm trying to get back in the swing of regularly writing. Love you guys and rock on! -J