50 Shades of Destiel

Part Fifteen

Three canvas' were laid out in front of Castiel on the floor. The first one was a square canvas with a beach painted across it. In the distance, two people were holding hands, walking, each holding their shoes in their hands, jeans folded up as they walked along the shoreline. The second was a tall canvas with blankets on a bed, two bodies together, the faces hidden as they held each other.

The last one was a rather large canvas, a painting of the dinner on it. Charlie, Sam and Jess were blurred out although their smiling faces were visible. Cas and Dean were to each side, staring at each other. He shook his head,picking up that painting.

"I couldn't possibly turn that in..." he muttered, pressing the paitned side to his stomach. The door opened.

"You've gotten three done?" Dean asked, looking over the paintings. Cas blushed, looking down at the canvas in his hands. Dean looked down at it as Castiel hid the painting.

"I'm not g-going to turn t-this one in though..." He stuttered. Dean cocked his head to the side, pulling the canvas from Castiel's hands before he could pull it away. Dean studied the painting carefully as Cas hung his head. The looks on the twos faces in the painting were obviously stares of longing, stares of romantic wanting. Dean cocked his head to the side before looking up at Castiel.

"Well why not?" Dean asked, narrowing his brow. Castiel bit his bottom lip as he looked down at the ground, blushing.

"Well because I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea with the way I painted the faces..." Cas muttered. Dean rolled his eyes and put the canvas back in Castiel's hands.

"You worked hard on it and it looks amazing. You should turn it in." Dean told him looking away. Castiel stared up at him. He saw an expression on Dean's face that he had never seen before. At least on him. Castiel hung his head as he smiled, looking down at the painting.

"Thank you..." he muttered, turning around and setting it on the floor, proper up against the wall.

"I want you to come with me." Dean told him, turning towards the door, holding it open. Castiel hesitated but followed Dean through the hallway to a doorway. Dean paused but opened it and turned on the lights.

Inside were shelves with jars of pain and paintbrushes, a stack of canvas' in one corner and a block of clay wrapped in plastic on the other side beside a pottery table. Castiel's eyes were wide as he looked around the room.

"I thought if you had a space just for art then you would work better." Dean muttered, hanging his head as Castiel stepped in, looking around at the brushes and paints. He recognized the brushes. Each set cost nearly fifty dollars. He smile wide, looking up at Dean. "I didn't know what to buy so I just picked a bunch of expensive items." he added. Castiel smiled and slowly walked up to Dean, not knowing if what he was about to do was acceptable.

"Thank you." Castiel hugged Dean tightly, pressing his head against his chest. Dean hesitated, not suyre how to react but hugged him back, letting out a soft sigh.

"It was no problem." He replied softly, biting his bottom lip. Castiel pulled away, looking up at Dean with a smile. Dean smiled back weakly before hanging his head and turning around, pulling out his phone. Cas felt his stomach drop a little, but he ignored it, turning back into the room.

He cross the room to the shelves of paints and picked a jar up, opening it and looking over his shoulder, hearing the door close. Dean was talking to someone and had closed the door behind him. Cas shrugged it off, looking inside the jar. The paint in this jar was a deep red, almost the color of blood. His eyes scanned the many colors, dozens of different shades and tints. He smiled, eying the easel, inspiration coming to him.

Castiel took a large canvas from the bottom of the pile, and placed it on the new easel, gathering jars and brushes.

He made the background a gradient black to white, the black on the bottom, transitioning to grey in the middle, and to white on the top. At the bottom, he painted a white figure, reaching up, as he fell. Then in black, he painted a figure above him with light blue wings and eyes, reaching for the falling figure. He smiled at the end product, but didn't know where his inspiration had come from. He let out a sigh, admiring his artwork.

He jumped as two arms wrapped around him and started unbuttoning his shirt, as lips kissed his neck.

"You're a wonderful artist..." Dean muttered in Castiel's ear. He trailed his hand down CAs' bare chest as Castiel chuckled.

"You're basically non-stop aren't you?" he chuckled, being turned around by Dean, getting a glare from hungry eyes. Dean grinned, pulling Cas close to him, kissing him roughly.

"Especially with you... I already told it it's so hard to keep my hands off of you..." he muttered, breathing heavily as he pressed his body against CAstiel. Castiel bit his bottom lip, turning his head away from Dean whne he attempted to kiss him. "What's wrong? Cas shook his head and leaned in to kiss Dean but he stopped him by grabbing his chin. "What's wrong?" he growled.

"I'm just... Not in the mood I gues..." he muttered. Dean smiled weakly, looking Cas over but he nodded, pecking Cas' lips.

"Let's just watch a movie then." he suggested. Castiel smiled, not realizing it would be so easy to get out of it. Dean turned and headed for the door, waiting there. "Have you watched the Underworld movies?" he asked. Smiling, Castiel followed him into the hallway, shaking his head. "Then we should get on that. They're good movies."