Dean couldn't sleep, and apparently neither could Cas.
He felt Castiel move slightly before getting out of the bed and walking out of the room. Dean checked the clock on the bedside table: 2:40
Dean then pulled the covers back before walking out of the room as well, trying to find where Castiel went. He heard a loud clatter and hushed cursing from the mini art studio.
The boy quietly walked towards that direction to find Castiel in the middle of the studio, staring up at a blank canvas in his boxers and a white tshirt. His back faced Dean, so he did not notice that his guest was also awake.
Castiel then walked over towards a bag to rummage through them, grabbing a couple sheets out. He stared at them with great interest, only to groan and rip them a few seconds later. The artist walked back towards the canvas and started at it more before sitting down to put his hands in his hair.
He wondered why his artist was like this before he decided to go to him.
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Okay actually might have next chapter focus on Cas because i really wanna write about cas omg much love okay byeee xxxx
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