Why doesn't anyone love me?

Art and Noises

Everyone finished there food and all walked off, going to do there chores and whatnot. The thing that made me happy, was that Dean talked and treated angels like regular people. He didn't whip them, yell at them, or even call them names.

Dean looked at me, smiling, and motioned for me to follow him, which I did.

"Everyone here has a job to do, some angels clean, some fix my cars, some do my laundry, etc. Nothing terrible though, and they all can take a break if they'd like."

"What am I going to be doing?" I asked hesitantly.

"What are you good at?" Dean asked curiously, with a big beautiful smile.

"Not much really, I don't really know. I've never really... done much," I said and opened my wings a bit more. They were hurting for some reason.

"I see... maybe we could try to figure it out? I need some artists, I need some colour to my walls. Let's see if you're good at painting, or drawing, shall we?" He asked walking to a room.

I nodded and followed him.

The room was full of canvases, both big and small, and full of paint and paper, pencils and pens, all of the things an artist needs.

"Try to draw or paint something, maybe you're good at it. I'll just be down the hall, I need to do a couple of things. The last door to your left is where I'll be, don't hesitate to walk in, maybe knock first though."

"Thank you Dean, I will," I said with a small smile.

He smiled back and started walking down the hall. I watched him walk, and then walked towards a big canvas. I stared at it for a couple of minutes and then got a good idea.

I grabbed a paintbrush, and green, blue, and black paint. Some white as well. I started painting and grumbled when I realized I didn't have any water. I guess you needed it to wash away the paint though, which is weird because don't humans need water to drink for a living? Why would they waste it on some ink?

I pushed my thoughts aside and looked down the hallway. I hesitated walking down there, what if Dean was busy? What if he didn't want to talk?

I pushed my thoughts aside again and started walking down the hallway. When I arrived to the door I heard some... noises.

This is where some dirty stuff happens, ladies and gentlemen and fellow lovely humans. You have been warned. Scroll down until you see another one of these warnings, and that's when the dirty stuff is done.

I knocked on the door, and heard a small gasp.

"C-come in!" I heard Dean yell, with a cough, trying to clear his throat.

I walked in and looked at him, he looked like he was a bit... flustered. He was red in the cheeks a bit, and he was sitting down in a big black spinny chair. His desk was huge, it was black with a tint of white which was very pretty.

"I was wondering where I could get some water, to wash out the paintbrushes?"

"Oh... you can grab a cup, and fill it with some water from the sink," Dean said and his voice cracked a bit. I heard him curse under his breath.

"Are you okay Dean?" I asked walking closer to his desk.

"I'm fine Cas, don't worry."

I walked closer.

"Your voice cracked. Were you crying?"

I walked closer.

"N-no I wasn't crying," Dean said a little defensive.

I was leaning across from his desk, looking for tissues. All I found was... a towel?

"Why do you have a towel on the floor Dean?"

"Why do you ask so many questions Cas?"

Dean looked up at me, hiding the bottom part of himself under his desk. He looked a bit flustered still, and I was curious why.

"Can you show me where the sink is? Your kitchens really big."

"Kevin might be in there, he'll show you."

I looked at him with some fear in my eyes.

"I'm scared though."

Dean sighed and tried to get up but hissed slightly.

"C-can you get out for a second? I'll be with you in just a second," he said and sat back down.

I looked at him curiously, titling my head and looked down.

"Were you masturbating?"

"N-no!"

Dean looked at me and I walked over to his side of the desk.

"I was told by my other 'Leader' that one of the things my other leader may need, you, is to be sexually pleased."

I walked over to him, and I turned his chair slightly, revealing his boner that he tried to hide in his jeans again.

"C-Cas... you don't have too-"

"I was told too Dean. I don't want to be a bad angel," I said and started unbuckling his jeans.

I knelt down in front of him.

"Cas s-stop... please," Dean begged.

I looked up at him confused.

"Isn't this what you want?"

"Not even close," Dean said and held my hands, gently, that were trying to unbuckle his jeans.

"I'm not like the other leaders Cas. Give me a couple of minutes, and we'll get you your water," he said with a small smile.

"But I want to help-"

"No-"

"But I was told-"

"I don't care what you were told. You are better then this Cas. You should be something else other then someone sex slave," Dean said, smiling still.

I nodded and got up. I walked out the door and kept hearing his noises. I couldn't help but feel a slight boner growing from hearing him, but it quickly went down when he walked out of his room.

The dirty stuff is done.

"Lets go get your water now."

He led me to the kitchen, and got me a cup with water. We walked back to the art room, and he stared at the canvas. It was two people, one blue, one green, there faces unrecognizable. They were standing close to each other, and there were black and white colour surrounding them.

"I think you did good without the water," Dean said with a chuckle.

"I used four paintbrushes that's why," I said chuckling back slightly.

We both stood there, staring at the painting. I never knew I was good at painting. I guess you learn something new everyday.

I could tell Dean wanted to say something, maybe ask something, but he didn't.

We kept staring at it until he told me he wanted to hang it up somewhere in his house.