description: Dean and Cas paint each other.
note: Day eleven of my thirty day writing challenge! By the way, I, for an absolute fact, DID NOT paint those portraits. The best I can paint is probably a sunset and you'd have to squint your eyes to even see it. I'm not sure who painted them but both artists are amazing!
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"Oh my God, Cas." Dean chuckled. "We don't need that much supplies!"
Cas was carrying every single tube of paint that they had at the store, all in his hands, along with what seemed like hundreds of pencils and sketchbooks. "Oh."
"We only need the essentials. Like one sketchbook, two easels, a few pencils, the colors that we're going to use."
The angel nodded, turned around and began to put stuff back. They had decided they were going to test their art skills and paint each other. Both of them, admittedly, had never painted before, honestly. It just was something neither of them had had the time to do. Hunting and being an angel and stuff like that was tough work. It always got in the way of anything that they liked or loved. For example, it took them years to confess their love for one another because hunting was so vast and busy. However, every single second they got mattered with each other. No matter if it was a simple, lazy day together, a hunt, intimate nights, or in this case, going to the store to buy supplies because they were going to paint portraits of one another.
Dean grabbed the colors he was going to use. A tan, three different shades of blue, black, brown, beige, colors like that. Cas, on the other hand, was across the aisle, grabbing his own supplies. There were multiple brands of paint brushes, and he wanted them all. However, he just was told by his hunter boyfriend that he didn't need that many supplies. So, he only got a few. A large one and two smaller ones for himself.
The both of them were getting their own supplies, so it would be easier for them and they wouldn't argue over sharing. It was cliché, and it was like they were four-year-old toddlers, fighting over who's gonna use the colorful paint.
"I am done, Dean." Cas said, smiling. He had finally gotten a basket, filled with his supplies. Holding them, Dean smiled at how just fucking adorable he was.
"Great. I am too." he replied, leaning in to kiss him. The angel kissed him, and then kissed him on the cheek. Another freckle slowly appeared on his face. "Come on."
They went to the check out, and the elderly lady with the name tag 'Harriet' smiled at them. Cas began putting his items on the conveyer belt and Dean did the same. Each item she scanned, it came with a beep and another sum on the total. "How are you two doing?"
"We're doin' good, ma'am. How about you?" Dean replied and asked, getting the appropriate amount of cash out of his wallet. He really needed to stack up on money, because he had to count his cash instead of just giving her whatever. Dean didn't like using his credit card, because it had his fake name on it, 'Ted Nugent', or better known as the lead guitarist of The Amboy Dukes. Not like this kind Harriet woman would most likely know, but if he had cash on him, he used it.
"Great! Your total is $46.75." she said calmly.
Dean had fifty dollars in cash on him, so he handed her two twenties and a ten. She gave him the change with yet another smile, looking at the both of them. Dean and Cas exchanged glances as Cas was grabbing the bags.
"You boys are just the cutest couple I've ever seen." the woman sincerely laughed.
Dean replied with a soft chuckle, "It's that obvious, huh?" she nodded. "Thought so. Thank you, ma'am."
They went out of the store, the two sliding doors opening for the both of them as they stepped on the carpet. Cas looked over at Dean confusingly, he wasn't sure what they were talking about. Cas was always confused, however, which to Dean was adorable. Anytime they said a reference, whether it be classic rock or movies, the angel would always do his head tilt. Dean had noticed other angels did it too. Maybe it was a universal angel thing. All angels were dicks. But Dean was in love with one. It was kinda ironic. The hunter hated every single angel he ever met, yet Cas was just different. He was humble, shy, smart, and fucking hot. Dean wished that he was more open. Like he wished that Cas would let him kiss him in public, so Dean could show off to everybody that he was dating such a sexy man.
Once, Dean had tried to kiss Cas in front of everybody he knew. It was at a hunter's gathering, and Dean just wanted to show everybody who the angel was. However, Castiel was way too bashful, and didn't let it happen. Dean had frowned, but he understood.
"I don't understand." Cas looked at the ground. "How did she know?"
"Know what?"
"That we were a 'thing'." he said, using air quotes.
Dean laughed, shaking his head and looking over at his humble abode. Cas was his home, his everything. Anywhere Cas was Dean was happy. "Well, a pair of straight men don't really go to Hobby Lobby, get paint supplies and stand that close to one another."
"Oh." he replied simply. "I see. Did she notice how we looked at each other, or rather what you call 'eye sex in action'?"
The hunter laughed again. Cas was just so innocently hilarious. However, in bed he was not that way. Oh boy. "Yeah, also the fact that we're holding hands, Cas."
The angel looked over at his hunter, they were, in fact, holding hands.
Driving home, Dean listened to Ramble On twice. Almost as soon as the second time ended, they arrived at the bunker. The song finished with a simple fade-away of Robert Plant scatting some incoherent yet amazing beat.
Inside the bunker and in their room they shared, Cas dumped out all of the supplies. Two easels that they would use, about ten different paint colors, paint brushes, and sketch pencils. Dean smiled with his teeth, looking at Cas, ready to paint a portrait of his beautiful boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé. He was planning on proposing very soon, and even had a ring ready that he kept with him at all times.
Cas humbly smiled with only his lips, looking at Dean, somewhat ready to paint his stunning boyfriend. Soon to be fiancé. Castiel had been planning longer to propose, and he was going to propose in June. He already had everything ready.
It was currently mid May, just the tip and end of spring. The clouds and sun certainly showed that they were ready for the summer, ready for schools to be out, pools to be cleaned and filled, ice cream parlors ready for more business. Cas was very excited for the next month.
"Alright." Dean sighed, but in a good way. "So what we're gonna do... we're gonna sketch out with these pencils, right, a sketch of each other, and then we can paint it."
They began. Dean had his easel on his knee, so he could get a better grip and also so Cas couldn't see his sketch. Dean had every detail of him memorized, and so he could easily sketch him from memory. Cas, on the other hand, was facing away from Dean, his easel on the floor and he was hunched over, attempting to sketch Dean. He too, had every blemish, every corner, everything of Dean memorized.
Dean chuckled, looking at his sketch. It wasn't the best, but he was proud of it. They used a piece of flat, sandpapered wood that Dean had found in the bunker somewhere, and began opening up the paint, squeezing out an appropriate amount of paint onto the wood. Using his paint brush, Dean started with blue, painting his tie and his favorite feature about Cas, his eyes. He had bought three different shades of blue, all three of them for just his eyes, and he would use any leftover paint for the background of the canvas.
After about half an hour, the both of them were finished. Dean had blue all across his hands and even on his ankle, and Cas had green all across his arms and even on his cheek. Both of them were messy and incoherent painters, apparently.
"Alright. We'll reveal each other's paintings and then we'll let 'em dry." Dean smiled, flashing his teeth.
"Okay, Dean. On the count of three?" he asked, his head tilted and his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Dean nodded. "Three, two, one!"
"Oh my God!" Dean laughed, looking at the amazing portrait that somehow Cas had managed to do. Don't get Dean wrong, he knew his lover was talented, but every detail of Dean was spot on and perfect.
"Dean, do not use my father's name in vain, please." Cas smiled, his voice sincere and his lips curved.
"I'm sorry, man. But I love it so damn much!"
"I love it, too. You are very talented."
Cas stood up, putting his easel down and so did Dean. Cas accidentally stepped on an open paint tube and oozed out paint, it splattering blue all over the hunter's chest and pants.
"No you didn't, Cas!"
"Dean-" Cas stammered. "It was an accident!"
And so, Dean got the green paint and squirted it on Cas' shirt. After a paint fight, giggles, kisses, screams and hollers, the paint dried. Hanging it up on their wall, they stood with pride, looking at it and exchanging a kiss.
Even if they weren't the most talented in the world, they still had each other, even through thick and thin.