Cas didn't answer the text and placed the phone on the table, sighing before sitting on a chair and opening up his sketchbook.
The first couple of pages were just filled with Dean in several poses, others just his facial structure or parts of his body. But soon, the pages were either filled with meaningless scribbles and lines.
The artist had to make something out of this or just move on... but he didn't want to move on..
He groaned softly before pulling at his hair. Why was it Dean that was stopping him? Cas pushed many people, models, and lovers away in his past but this one, this Dean, was one that he found himself stuck. The inspiration was gone, and Dean should have been gone by now, but Cas could never find himself to push him away.
His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts.
10:15 pm -
Dean: Are you okay?
YOU ARE READING
Paint |•| Destiel
Fanfiction"I could paint you. Your life. Your dreams." "Show me then." •artist!cas• •model!dean•
