Family Reunion, Part 3 of 4

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I feel I owe apologies and explanations here. Although there’s still another page coming, this was the last one completed, after numerous rewrites, and every rewrite meant I needed to layout, draw, ink, letter, and color all over again. Simply put, my hand and eyes are tired, and there are probably numerous mistakes here.

It also means that instead of one page, you’re kind of getting one and a half. Sam’s lines are from an earlier draft, and combining them was just easier than starting the process all over again.

The sloppiness that’s unforgivable is the lettering. If I expect you guys to read this stuff, then I should at least make it legible. But Dean’s speech to Baby is in small, cramped words and bubbles because I misjudged how much space I had.



“Hey, Baby. Heh, you know, this is the perfect opening for a joke about you being topless, but … *sigh*

“I’ve never really liked drop tops; it’s like half a car. Gunmen have a clear shot at your head, monsters could just leap into the backseat and attack, the wind gets too loud to hear my tunes, and of course there’s the sunburn.

“But … I’ve missed you. So, if you’re a ragtop now, then I guess that’s what I’m driving. All that matters is I’ve got you back.

“So, I’ll make you a deal: you keep on being the most badass car on the road, and I’ll stock up on the sunblock. We’ll deal with the rest as it comes.”