The island of Doctor Moreau
Sinistra, drawn in PS.
I’ve been wanting to remake this for a long time, so I finally did. Sinistra means “left.” In ancient bird flight divination, the sky was divided into four parts, and the left (and most ominous) part was called the sinistra.
Japanese stamp from 1937
I feel a strange pull towards playing hard to get… But ugh Demon!Dean. Ugh. Shiny black eyes. Sex hair. Must resist temptation of hoping something, getting let down, again, but…demon!dean! uGH!
No reason. Just wanted to unwind.
Sam won’t reach Whitehorse for another day and a half, so Dean checks them into a motel at the edge of town and comes back to the car with the room key. He’s twisting it around and around on one finger. He parks them in front and carries the bags in, and then stands next to the single queen bed and says, awkwardly, “Is this okay?” Castiel stares at him.
"I don’t know what to tell you," Castiel says, "that I haven’t already." Dean’s face screws up.
"What does that mean?"