"When I said let's get back to what we were doing before, this was not what i meant." Dean grumbled, sitting in yet another uncomfortable position as Cas sketched behind the easel.
"You didn't specifyyy." Cas said sweetly before continuing to draw.
Dean groaned once more before receiving a glare from Cas. "I swear to god, if you move one more time I will slap the living shit out of you."
"If that means you'll get close to me, I'll move." He replied with a lazy smile.
Cas gave him a "are you fucking kidding me?" face before shifting back towards the easel.
He then got up slowly before walking towards Dean, who gulped quietly as the painter walked closer. Cas looked directly into Dean's eyes as he gently moved his leg to the right.
Cas then leaned in slowly, only to stop close enough to where their noses were touching. "You moved your leg, you bastard."
And then he was back at the easel, leaving Dean to restrain himself from kicking the damn thing over.
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Paint |•| Destiel
Fanfiction"I could paint you. Your life. Your dreams." "Show me then." •artist!cas• •model!dean•
