A/N: Sorry this took so long, I swear that the teachers were trying to drown us in last minute homework assignments. Anyway, it's up now for your enjoyment. Hope you like it, give me some feedback on what you think.

The sun shown high above in the early morning sky, the fresh and wild air carried on the wind caused all who inhaled it in gravity falls to savor the moment, and for the two best friends, those qualities are what filled them with exhilaration as they play fought, as young boys should.
Dipper Pines and Samuel Sanctuary, clashed against one another with wooded toy swords, despite the fact the Sam was an incarcerated warrior angel, Dipper was still putting up a good fight. Sam lunged at Dipper, which proved to be a mistake. Dipper knocked Sam's sword aside, grabbed his friends arm, fell onto his back bringing Sam with him, and while Sam was lost in the motion and falling on top of him, Dipper brought his legs up and used them to send Sam flying over him. The grey haired boy landed upside down, and gaped at Dipper, opened mouthed.
"Dude...That was AWESOME! Were did you learn to do it?"
Dipper picked himself up, and helped the flabbergasted Sam up as well.
"I told you that awhile back, I tricked a bunch of manitors into teaching me to be a man. I learned some cool stuff from those guys."
"Awesome! What else did you learn?"
Dipper began listing the various things about manliness he had learned from the freaky animal-men.
"How to tell time without a watch, how to belch on command, lots of strategies for out-thinking your enemy, and I accidentally learned how to wrestle a crocodile and win."
"Say what?!"
Dipper's face had a slight hint of pride.
"They made me walk across a stream filled with crocodiles, and I fell in. It was either learn how to beat them, or die."
"I can see which one you did."
Dipper gave a big toothy smile.
"Obviously. Want to go into town?"
Sam had a white dirt bike that he had been using more frequently. With his wings still broken, he had taken the old thing out of the garage and was using it to travel fast while he couldn't fly. Dipper also had a bike that he and Mabel shared. Each boy saddled their bike, and road off.
In town
"WOOOHOOO!"
"Wait up, dude!"
Sam wooped as he went down hill as fast as he could, without his wings, he took his adrenalin where he could get it. Dipper tried in vain to catch up to him, but Sam was already blocks away. He slammed on his breaks, got off his bike, removed his helmet, and waited for Dipper.
"You...left...me behind."
Dipper wheezed, the race had left him extremely winded.
"Sorry about that. It was fun though."
"...Yeah."
They left there bikes there, and left to hang out around Gravity Falls. They were going to stop at the arcade, but stopped when they saw a small crowd at the end of the street.
"What's going on there?"
When the boys got in front of the crowd, they saw a man with a milky white eye that did no more than exist in the left side of his face like a little bit of cloud that had been rolled into a large marble and place in the socket. He was surrounded by paintings.
"Does anyone else want to know who they are underneath the skin? For that, ladies and gentlemen of Gravity Falls, is what I do. I paint what is on the inside, for a small fee of course."
There were three people getting back paintings he had done of them. The first was Pacifica, who obviously didn't like what she saw: It wasn't too bad, but it illustrated her corruption by wealth and that she had no real friends because of it. The next person who had bought a painting was Old Man McGucket, and he was crying while looking at his: It showed him in a strait-jacket.
"It's so...beautiful!"
The final person was a random citizen of Gravity Falls, no one too important, just a background character. The portrait wasn't fancy: It was simply one of many people, each one unique but they all blended into the background. For that was the nature of a background character, existing unnoticed unless you're actually looking for them. If you haven't noticed, I didn't even bothered to mention their gender, just to prove my point of how unimportant they are.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you will not find art of this quality that shows who a person REALLY is."
Though his work was interesting, no one was staying. One by one they left, and this half blind man sat down in a folding chair he had brought with him, depression already sinking in icy claws, dragging his spirit that was once forceful and boisterous, down. He would have stayed there, feeling sad awhile, but his eyes fell on Dipper and Sam, and a mad spark of inspiration was struck inside him, igniting dry kindling that lay inside.
"You boys! Want a picture of who you REALLY are?!"
They did, but Dipper rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"We would, but you see the thing is...we don't have any money."
"I'm not selling you one, I'm offering to give you each a painting for free."
Dipper had grown naturally suspicious of ulterior motives from living with a professional con-man.
"What's the catch?"
"None at all! I just haven't seen anyone around this town quite like you two, and I simply HAVE to give you portraits of what I see inside you both."
Sam looked at Dipper, he was more than a little curious to see what this man thought he saw in each of them, and more than a little skeptical. He then answered him.
"Alright, we'll each take one"
"PERFECT! Come back in a few hours, I work fast and should have both yours done soon."
With that he grab several brushes and different colored paints, and started to furiously work, paying no attention to the world surrounding him. Dipper and Sam thought, and decided where to go next.
"Gargoyle pups?"
"Totally."
Abandoned Brick Building
The inside of the building was very dark, the only light coming from cracks in the boarded up windows. Sam and Dipper had snuck into the building, and made their way to the very top, where they were greeted by the smell of leather and wet cement, but in a good way.
"Rocky, Bandit!"
Sam called into the darkness, and there was sickening silence for a moment, then it was replaced with yipping and claws scrapping against the stone floor. Two gargoyle pups came running out of the dark to Sam and Dipper, jumping up and licking their faces. Dipper ended up falling in his back and the pups surrounded him and licked their friend without mercy.
" HA HAHA Hbah HE HA! Get off me you little monsters!"
Dipper eventually managed to get up, he wiped his face that was wet with gargoyle saliva on his shirt.
"You two are getting bigger."
The pups had nearly doubled in size since the first time Sam had showed Dipper them, and their wings were getting stronger, almost ready for flight. The one with curved ram horns on his head was Rocky, and the pup with black markings around his eyes was Bandit.
"Want to play fetch?"
If gargoyles had tails, they would be wagging madly at hearing that word. They both ran off, and came back fighting over a stick, which split in two, they each carried their half looking rather proud of themselves.
"I love doing this."
Dipper smiled.
"Me too. I always wanted dogs, but my mom and dad wouldn't let me, so this is the next best thing."
They both picked up a stick and started throwing them. The pups ended up running over each other trying to get them; Fortunately, as pups, they are energetic and bouncy, not staying down when they're knocked over. They even made use of their young wings, flapping them when they jumped, and getting extra height when they went for the sticks.
"You guys are just adorable. Yes yous are! Yes yous are!"
Dipper gave bandit a belly rub, and the grey skinned creature yipped happily.
Later
Rocky and Bandit had a lot of energy, but even they got tired eventually. When the little guys finally tuckered out and went to snuggle up with their parents, Dipper and Sam made their exit.
"Hey, Dip?"
"Yeah?"
"What time is it?"
Dipper didn't even have to look at his watch, as it was mentioned before for the readers who weren't paying attention, he learned how to tell time without a one from the manitors. He gave Sam the time and a slight smile took shape on Sam.
"I know where we can find Christian. Want to see him?"
He did, the young wereshark was hilarious to have around.
"Then come on!"
Sam laughed as he sprang off for the lake, leaving behind a surprised Dipper, but he removed in a second and started after Sam, determined to win the race. They were both out of breath when they reached the lake.
"He's here?"
"Yeah...he normally...is...around this time."
Sam and Dipper went out onto the docks and sat down.
"We'll...just wait here."
The cool air that breeze from off the lake was pleasant, and it made sitting there much more enjoyable. Dipper watched a lone duck glide my on the water, casually kicking itself forward...*CHOMP!* Sam and Dipper jumped up at the sudden explosion in the water. All they had seen was massive splash and the duck disappearing into a mouth filled with rows of serrated teeth. A grey fin cut through the water, a large and dark shape was outlined below the surface, and it started moving towards the docks where Sam and Dipper were. As it moved towards them, the creature's outline shank and changed shape, moving in a different way than a moment ago. It reach the dock, and a hand shot out of the water, pulling up a body with it that coughed water and duck feathers up, since it didn't have additional gills anymore. Christian finished coughing and looked at Dipper and Sam.
"Hiya Sam! Hiya Dipper!"
The boy sprang and tackle hugged Sam and Dipper, getting the two boys as wet as he was. He than got up and shook his light brown hair like a dog.
"Haha ha! Hi Christian, how are you buddy?"
Christian's English was still developing, he spoke some kind of wereshark language, but he got the gist of what Dipper was asking.
"Happy!"
He patted his bare stomach, then his face made a peculiar look and froze.*BURP!* He belched up duck feathers. Then smiled wide at them.
"Duck very good."
Sam and Dipper had gone a green, but they couldn't help laughing at the wereshark's demeanor. For the readers who are wondering, Christian is wearing special pants made for therianthropes(Were-creatures), that are built with a series of straps that allow them to change when he does, even letting his tail out through the back.
"Want to spend the day with us?"
"Yes."
When he could understand what was being said, Christian was usually strait to the point.
"Perfect. How about the park?"
Christian just stood there, completely oblivious to what Dipper just asked.
"Umm...just fallow us."
In town
They climbed up the water tower, and Sam and Dipper laughed when Christian managed to get inside it, he whimpered like a puppy when he couldn't get out. Once they got him out they got potatoes, Christian sniffed it then took a bite out of one, after chewing it for a second he flipped out. He had never had a potato before, his diet consisting mostly of meet, and even though as a wereshark he would eat just about anything, apparently potatoes were the exception to the rule.
"Gskdl! Bad taste! Bad taste!"
"He he, poor guy. We weren't even going to eat them, give it here."
Sam took the spud with a large bite taken out of it and concentrated, causing it to glow blue/green. Even with his wings broken he could still use his awesome angel powers (The original definition of awesome was "filled with a sense of awe, usually involving religion." Get it? Angels, religion, awe?).
"Watch carefully."
Sam chucked his potato bomb, it took flight in a long arc, and once it reach the end and hit the ground, it exploded on impacted.
"That's what we're using them for."
He filled each of the spuds with energy.
"Shall we begin?"
Sam picked up a potato in each hand and threw them, they blew up in a beautiful display of turquoise sparks. They all started grabbing potatoes and throwing them, the three kids had a blast. They kept it up until police sirens started whooping.
"Hey you kids!"
Sheriff Blubbs and Deputy Derland had arrived, Dipper grabbed his friends.
"Run for it!"
They bolted, laughing their heads off. They didn't have to run far, the police force of Gravity Falls was lazy and out of shape. They stopped around a corner still laughing, Dipper patted his chest and took a few deep breaths, Sam's right eye glowed green and he made fresh water appear and levitate in the air, he sipped the liquid out of the air.
"Want any Dip?"
Dipper leaned over and drank some of the floating water. Sam intended to offer some to Christian.
"What about you Chri-and he's gone."
Sure enough, the little wereshark had caught a scent and fallowed it leaving his friends behind. 'Free spirit' was often a term used to describe him. He wasn't a scatter brain though, he was a shark, and when he got a scent he would fallow it to the end of the world, that's just his instincts. So in a way he was actually a very grounded and directed person. This coming and going brought up a question Dipper had been meaning to ask Sam.
"Sam, I was wondering, what about Christians parents? Does he live by himself, or what?"
"Oh, his parents are still around, and he lives with them. You see Dip, weresharks instinctively mate for life like humans do, and they look after their kids until they're adults. They just don't...'restrict' their children, they go where they like and the parents don't worry about them. It's mainly because even young weresharks are dangerous."
As if to push forward the point, Robbie came running around the corner screaming.
"He bit me!"
Christian came around the corner as well. Robbie had been being his normal apathetic, condescending, and jerkish self when he had seen Christian, and that proved to be a mistake. Robbie really shouldn't have been wetting his pants over that, Christian hadn't even broken the skin when he could have taken Robbie's whole hand off if he wanted to. Sam and Dipper started laughing hysterically at Robbie's ignorant fear.
"Oh man, that is perfect. So do Christian's parents not worry about him at all?"
"Of course they do. He just can roam freely on his own, but if he's not back by sun up, they'll go looking for him, and with how good a sharks nose is, they'll find him."
That cleared up the questions Dipper had about Christian, and weresharks in general. He took a few note in book '3'. It certainly made sense that his parents gave him free range, it explained why he would go wherever he liked. Christian had once snuck into Dipper and Mabel's room in the middle of the night, Dipper was the only one awake and the only one who saw him come in through the window (Scariest ****ing moment of his life).
"How about we check on the guy making paintings of what's "underneath our skin."'
"Read my mind."
At the other side of town
The man had finished the paintings of what he saw in Sam and Dipper, and he was sitting quietly in his chair, silently tapping his feet on the ground in excitement. These were his best works yet, even if he wasn't making money for them, a major cornerstone in his creative abilities was still passed when he completed them.
"Hey, Mister."
Dipper and Sam were strolling up to him, and he jumped up with an enthusiastic spring.
"My name is Pat Stel. I'm so glad you let me paint these, they're amazing, though I suppose that's because YOU'RE amazing. I mean, by letting me do these, you've let me unlock a whole new level of talent. Thank you."
Sam stepped up and gave him a hardy handshake.
"You're welcome. May we see them."
"Absolutely."
Pat stood up and grabbed a painting he had been hiding under a sheet, he handed it to Dipper.
"This one's yours."
"Wow."
Dipper's mouth hung partially open as he looked upon the masterpiece. It was him, only different. He was older, an adult in fact. Golden light surrounded him, as if his body was being silhouetted by a setting sun. He stood tall, and his normal dull brown eyes (at least, Dipper thought they were dull) were filled with a courage and determination that could be seen from space, as if all worldly and otherworldly terrors and evil could come charging at him with blooded malevolence, and he wouldn't feel a drop of fear or regret, he would just face that horror, fight it, and win. His body was covered in a golden armor that shimmered in the aura of light surrounding him, and gave him a appearance of power and strength, yet in it he somehow retained a essence of kindness, caring, and noble virtue that no amount of power could hide or fully corrupt. In his right hand he had a great double-edged sword, and the blade of which looked like royal blue fire that had been condensed into a solid shape, it looked like a angel-blade, only somehow more intense than any he had seen.
"What...is this?"
"What I saw when I looked at you girly looking boy."
"But... what did you see?"
"That. Someone who protects others, at risk to himself. Someone who even though he can be selfish, will always do the right thing in the end. Someone who will lead all of humanity if he must, and rally them together if it's needed. Someone who will face evil and wickedness when he sees it, and stand for what is right when he is called to it. Someone who tries to be better. Someone who when he does something wrong, feels guilty about it. Someone who will grow into that painting of him."
Dipper was silent, he didn't actually believe anything that Pat had just said about him. He had thought back to the night involving Wendy and Robbie, and his hand in breaking them up, and he still felt guilty about hurting Wendy. Though that he still felt guilty only proved Pat's point. (And to his credit, if you find out that there is a mind controlling message in a song that was used on your friend, and that your friend was being brought up to a secluded spot by the person who used it on them, and you don't do anything about it, then you are a horrible person.)
"Now for the other one."
Pat removed another sheet that was covering a painting, and handed it to Sam.
"What do you think?"

Sam couldn't speak while he looked at his. Before him lay the planet earth, suspended in space, but its only purpose was to act as a size reference, for behind it was Sam, and he was HUGE. It wasn't Sam as he was now, it was much different. He appeared to be made out of a silver light, which somehow had various textures and depths, forming his body, wings, and heads, giving him the appearance of polished metal. He was several times bigger than the planet, and on his back he had six white wings that glistened with a metallic sheen. Two of them were extended to the side as if in flight, two extended up towards a great light and hundreds of smaller angels were flying around between those wings as if protected by them, and two wings pointing down around the earth as if guarding it. He had three heads, the one in the middle looked human, its right eye burning with deep royal blue, and the left eye burning with vibrant emerald green, on his right side he had the head of a lion, it's face set fearless and determined, to his leaf side he had the head of a hawk that looked free and its eyes were watching with a insightful gaze. His left hand was raised in a stopping gesture that held a terrible force behind it, like it spoke a thousand different warning to any and all that he could and WOULD destroy them if they tried to bring harm. And in his right hand he had a sword that looked as if it was made of condense turquoise fire, it looked as intense as the sword Dipper had held.
"I think a little less of an explanation is needed for this one."
Sam looked from picture to the man, gaping in shock.
"How did..."
"My boy, when one eye became blind to this world, it began to see in another. People don't realize how freaky and intense an angels true form is."
"But I wasn't THAT big or powerful in my past life. Why did you draw me like that."
The man smiled and gave him a wink.
"Spoilers. Keep the pictures and look at them often, they might give you a kick in the pants that helps both of you become like your portraits. I'm going to pack up shop now, goodbye both of you, you'll probably never see me again."
He left the boys and they starred at their pictures a little longer.

A/N: Could you tell that "Pat Stel" was a play-on-words of "pastel"?