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Whew! I finished it! I'm up soooooo late because of this damn thing, but I also slept all friggin day as well because I've been sick, but I stayed up to finish this because I was actually feeling better. Now I'm getting sleepy again! Anyway, it's Sammy...again. Sorry folks. x_x This is actually a scene I drew from the oneshot I wrote called Monsters Don't Cry. He's not actually crying in this drawing. That's all raindrops on him and some wet spots on his clothes from standing in the rain. That silly Sammy. *sigh*

So, as you can see this is slightly different from the sketch. I was unhappy with the sketch. I felt like Sammy's arms and back were too small and so I made them bigger as you can tell. I'm actually quite pleased with how this piece turned out actually. I hope you guys like it too! Anyway, here's a small passage from the story that shows this scene:
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"If you want something to do, why don't you finish cleaning the weapons?" Dean suggested, pointing toward his bed where he had a large towel laid out with half of their arsenal laying on top, some of it in pieces and a couple of gun bore cleaners laying next to them.

"Oh, sure, no problem," Sam nodded numbly, his eyes sliding over to the small mess on Dean's bed. Shoulders hunched, Sam walked over to the bed and seated himself, gathering up the cleaning tools and picking up the .45 to begin with. It was the only one that hadn't been taken apart yet and also Dean's favorite gun. Sam dropped the cleaning tool he'd grasped in his hand and held up the pearl white-handled pistol and gazed at it. He heard the shower turn on, so perhaps Dean would never hear him. Turning it back and forth, Sam tilted his head gently in thought, drawing his eyebrows inward. Maybe, just maybe if he went behind the back of the motel Dean would never know. Dean didn't trust him and Sam didn't blame him. Sam half chuckled to himself. "Who trusts monsters anyway?" he asked himself softly. Sam stood up, making his way over to the only window in their room, tucking the .45 in the back of his jeans. He pulled back the curtain easily and peered outside. The rain had slowed and there didn't appear to be anybody outside. He tucked his still shower-damp hair behind his ears and let the curtain fall back.

Sam easily and carefully slid out of the motel room and shut the door quietly behind him. Dean was still in the shower. Dean would never know. He walked painstakingly, almost stealthily around the side of the motel and hid himself in some of the green, thick, leafy bushes that had grown outside of the side of the small building as a laughing, drunken couple swayed their way up to their motel room door not seeming to mind the rainfall. Sam peeked out from behind the bushes, waiting for the couple to close the door behind them for the night before he stood up again and quietly picked up the pace and moved behind the motel building. There were some bushes back there as well Sam felt would be the proper place to hide himself. He was killing a monster right? Perhaps the couple would be too drunk tonight to hear the gunshot. Perhaps the shower and the rain would be too loud for Dean to hear it as well. Sam stood in the bushes, pulling the gun from the back of his jeans and staring at it, watching waterdrops pelt it, drip off of it and fall. At least it would save Dean from having to do this, right?

How had it gotten to this point? What had he done? How could allow himself to consort with a demon, to trust her so richly, to believe and hang on nearly every word she said, to continue to poison and contaminate himself with the demon blood knowing deep down inside what it would do to him, how it would change him, how it would make him unleash the ultimate evil on the entire world. Sam felt a sob build up in his throat, but he forced it back. Monsters don't cry. They shouldn't be allowed to, and Sam didn't let himself. He had no right. Not after everything he'd done. How could he use his own two hands and wrap them around his very own brother's throat? He nearly killed his very own flesh and blood, the only family he had left, the other man that he would die for in a heartbeat, that he had tried so hard to give his life for after Dean had been taken to Hell, after he'd buried his brother's shredded corpse. How had it honestly come to this? Sam had fought and tried so hard and truthfully, he had done all of this for his brother, and what had it gotten him? Armageddon, that's what.

Sam laughed harshly at himself before holding the gun up in front of his eyes. No, this was the right thing to do. Just ridding the planet of one more evil thing, one more monster.

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If you're interested in reading the whole thing, it's here: [link] It's a tag to Season 5's Sympathy for the Devil as the realization settles in to Sam on what's happened, what he did and what should be done about it. It's got some great, brotherly love and comfort that I felt the show really missed in that episode. If you like the pic, please read it. Let me know what you think! Anyway, I'm off to bed before I faceplant into my keyboard. I hope you guys like the drawing! Thank you so much in advance for any faves and comments! They're also very much loved and greatly appreciated!

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Whew! I finished it! I'm up soooooo late because of this damn thing, but I also slept all friggin day as well because I've been sick, but I stayed up to finish this because I was actually feeling better. Now I'm getting sleepy again! Anyway, it's Sammy...again. Sorry folks. x_x This is actually a scene I drew from the oneshot I wrote called Monsters Don't Cry. He's not actually crying in this drawing. That's all raindrops on him and some wet spots on his clothes from standing in the rain. That silly Sammy. *sigh*

So, as you can see this is slightly different from the sketch. I was unhappy with the sketch. I felt like Sammy's arms and back were too small and so I made them bigger as you can tell. I'm actually quite pleased with how this piece turned out actually. I hope you guys like it too! Anyway, here's a small passage from the story that shows this scene:
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"If you want something to do, why don't you finish cleaning the weapons?" Dean suggested, pointing toward his bed where he had a large towel laid out with half of their arsenal laying on top, some of it in pieces and a couple of gun bore cleaners laying next to them.

"Oh, sure, no problem," Sam nodded numbly, his eyes sliding over to the small mess on Dean's bed. Shoulders hunched, Sam walked over to the bed and seated himself, gathering up the cleaning tools and picking up the .45 to begin with. It was the only one that hadn't been taken apart yet and also Dean's favorite gun. Sam dropped the cleaning tool he'd grasped in his hand and held up the pearl white-handled pistol and gazed at it. He heard the shower turn on, so perhaps Dean would never hear him. Turning it back and forth, Sam tilted his head gently in thought, drawing his eyebrows inward. Maybe, just maybe if he went behind the back of the motel Dean would never know. Dean didn't trust him and Sam didn't blame him. Sam half chuckled to himself. "Who trusts monsters anyway?" he asked himself softly. Sam stood up, making his way over to the only window in their room, tucking the .45 in the back of his jeans. He pulled back the curtain easily and peered outside. The rain had slowed and there didn't appear to be anybody outside. He tucked his still shower-damp hair behind his ears and let the curtain fall back.

Sam easily and carefully slid out of the motel room and shut the door quietly behind him. Dean was still in the shower. Dean would never know. He walked painstakingly, almost stealthily around the side of the motel and hid himself in some of the green, thick, leafy bushes that had grown outside of the side of the small building as a laughing, drunken couple swayed their way up to their motel room door not seeming to mind the rainfall. Sam peeked out from behind the bushes, waiting for the couple to close the door behind them for the night before he stood up again and quietly picked up the pace and moved behind the motel building. There were some bushes back there as well Sam felt would be the proper place to hide himself. He was killing a monster right? Perhaps the couple would be too drunk tonight to hear the gunshot. Perhaps the shower and the rain would be too loud for Dean to hear it as well. Sam stood in the bushes, pulling the gun from the back of his jeans and staring at it, watching waterdrops pelt it, drip off of it and fall. At least it would save Dean from having to do this, right?

How had it gotten to this point? What had he done? How could allow himself to consort with a demon, to trust her so richly, to believe and hang on nearly every word she said, to continue to poison and contaminate himself with the demon blood knowing deep down inside what it would do to him, how it would change him, how it would make him unleash the ultimate evil on the entire world. Sam felt a sob build up in his throat, but he forced it back. Monsters don't cry. They shouldn't be allowed to, and Sam didn't let himself. He had no right. Not after everything he'd done. How could he use his own two hands and wrap them around his very own brother's throat? He nearly killed his very own flesh and blood, the only family he had left, the other man that he would die for in a heartbeat, that he had tried so hard to give his life for after Dean had been taken to Hell, after he'd buried his brother's shredded corpse. How had it honestly come to this? Sam had fought and tried so hard and truthfully, he had done all of this for his brother, and what had it gotten him? Armageddon, that's what.

Sam laughed harshly at himself before holding the gun up in front of his eyes. No, this was the right thing to do. Just ridding the planet of one more evil thing, one more monster.

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If you're interested in reading the whole thing, it's here: [link] It's a tag to Season 5's Sympathy for the Devil as the realization settles in to Sam on what's happened, what he did and what should be done about it. It's got some great, brotherly love and comfort that I felt the show really missed in that episode. If you like the pic, please read it. Let me know what you think! Anyway, I'm off to bed before I faceplant into my keyboard. I hope you guys like the drawing! Thank you so much in advance for any faves and comments! They're also very much loved and greatly appreciated!