He wakes to the smell of terrible motel coffee. He used to hate it, but it became something he treasures.
"GIVE. HIM. BACK. TO. ME."
"Stand down, little brother."
"I will not repeat myself again."
"I'm so sorry."
"I forgive you."
“What the HELL--! Damn it, I liked these shirts!”
“It appears as if Michael left something behind...”
“Like a souvenir? You sure this isn’t your other brother’s idea of a prank? This kind of thing has Gabe written all over it.”
“No, if it were Gabriel, he would have given you six of them.”
A pensive moment with a special gift.
I did the top one after doing the bottom one and not being happy with it, posting both all the same.
I regret nothing.
I love how this turned out, such a sweet snuggle with a hint of yearning.
I wanted to do a similar painting to my last SPN one. Cas is tapping into Angel Radio and Dean allows his thirst-gaze to show. Sam says, “I see the way you look at him when you think he can’t see it.”
“Please, don’t cry, ol boaluahe, my heart can’t bear it.”
I love to paint Cas with wings, I wish they had been in the show. I like to picture them getting droopy when Cas sees Dean upset.
I just wanted to capture both of their intense looks in the same painting.
“AGGGHHH! Cas, what did I say? NEVER WHILE I’M DRIVING!”
“My apologies... You’re about to drive off the road.”
“You want WHAT?” Dean couldn’t have heard him right.
“A butterfly kiss.” Cas’s regular serious face hadn’t changed, it didn’t appear to be a joke, not that he made many of those.
“R-really?” A single nod. “And-- and from me? Why?”
Dean sighed, completely flustered by the bizarre request, but he came over to where Cas was standing. “Alright, just... close your eyes. Don’t make this weird.”
“I have no intention of making it ‘weird.’“ The word didn’t sound right coming out of Cas’s mouth, so completely earnest without a hint of sarcasm.
Dean leaned in close, so close, close enough that all he would have needed to do was purse his lips to give him a real kiss. Pushing that thought resolutely aside, he concentrated on his task and gently batted his eyelashes against Cas’s cheek, just the way Dean’s mother used to do before... It shook him that he could barely remember it.
Clearing his throat, he stepped back, relieved that it was over and yet... “There.”
Cas opened his eyes, his brows furrowing. “What was that?”
He blinked at him, incredulous. “The-the-you know! The thing you asked me for!” he stuttered, pointing vaguely at Cas’s face.
The angel frowned. “But that wasn’t a butterfly kiss!”
Dean’s face was rapidly turning pink. Despite what he’d said, it was indeed getting weird. “That’s the only kind of butterfly kiss I know.”
Cas glared like Dean had played a trick on him. “Dean. Butterflies don’t have eyelashes,” he said, seriously. “They don’t even have lips. All they really have is a long tongue.”
He stared. “You... wanted me to give you a tongue kiss?”
Dean pats his arm and says goodnight, but Cas is feeling vulnerable and asks him to stay...
“Dean... look at me. Please.”
Date night in the Impala! It’s up to you what movie they’re watching.
I’ve been wanting to paint Dean praying on his knees for quite some time, and I love Cas with wings, though I like to add a little color into them. I hope you like this one!
I think Dean likes the suggestion his angel is making... ^_~
“Cas, you mind putting those things away while we’re in a fire-fight?”
“My apologies, I thought you would see the wisdom in a quick getaway.”
And then Dean gets a nosebleed and Cas thinks it’s because of Dean’s fear of flying, but really it’s because he’s picturing Cas holding him like a princess as they fly off, hehe. Try not to flirt so much while fighting off demons, guys.
"Don't Let Me Interrupt" - Digital Oil Painting
Cas gets caught talking about what he likes about Dean... and he’s standing right behind him.
“Lovers Spat” - Digital Oil Painting
“I always hear when you call.”
“Oh, yeah? What am I thinking now.”
“That’s not fair, Dean.”
Arguments happen to the best of us, but forgiveness is the knot that will tie you back together every time.