A/N: Hi guys! First chapter! I've been writing this for quite some time, I hope you like it! Tell me what you think

Title: Flow Sweetly, Hang Heavy

Chapter Title: Finding Inspiration

Words: 1,951

Rating: Overall; M Chapter; T for language

Finding Inspiration

Castiel.
What words are there for Castiel?

He's an artist by nature, and a lover by heart.

He was practically raised by his brothers, and it was never easy. When he was eighteen he grabbed one of his older siblings, Gabriel, and left. Now he lives in the city, alone with his art, the way he always wanted it. He writes and paints, and makes music in his free time. He's had a few books published, under a pen name of course, and his art hangs in several notable galleries. It's enough to pay the bills and then some.

Not like he acts like it. He shops off the clearance rack at Target, and lives in a small, dusty apartment, with hardly any reason to leave the house. Gabriel visits every so often, but for the most part he's alone. Not lonely, but alone.

If he did have friends, he would be their favorite. Everything from his messy hair and clothes to his blue eyes and goofy smile makes him a character. He's charming and witty. And incredibly self-reliant. Too much so, Ruby, one of his frequent buyers, thinks. She said if he keeps it up, it'll make for dead art.

He doesn't care.

Or, didn't care, however, until now.

He's sitting on a stool in his makeshift studio, staring at a blank canvas. He's been staring at it for nearly two weeks, and it's been staring back, taunting him. Teasing him with its emptiness, a sign of his lack of inspiration, the very thing that he thrived and survived off of. His laptop has been tucked away all this time, because staring at a blank word file would just make him even more upset. It's not like he had anything to write about. He was a man sick. Art is what he sustained off of, and he could feel himself losing the grip on it. He needed inspiration. He just didn't know how to get it. However, what happens next would both inspire him and change his life.

There was a knock on the door.

Castiel skittered out of his studio, surprised at the abrupt banging noise that rang through his small apartment. It couldn't be his landlord, he was careful to always pay his rent before it was due. Door-to-door salesmen never came up to his floor, so it couldn't be that. He didn't have any new neighbors or anyone else really who could come rapping at his door, attempting to make casual conversation. The only person it could be was Gabriel, but he never came over unannounced, he always called. Unless it was an emergency.

Castiel quickly slid on the pants he had ditched a few hours before, and ran to the door. It was Gabriel. He looked frazzled. The collar on his shirt was uneven and his hair was a mess, not that he could give a fuck about that sort of thing anyway. He sighed heavily, and gave his younger brother a look of both relief, probably from his answering, and concern, most likely from what Cas was about to learn. "Cas, bro... I need your help." Gabriel spoke between deep huffs, and Castiel could tell he had just been running. He pulled his brother by the arm, and led him to a nearby sofa. They both sat down, and Cas gave Gabriel a moment to catch his breath, before he asked, "Gabriel, what's wrong?"

"I'm in trouble, Cas." Gabriel said, turning to his brother. He wore a look that Castiel had only seen once before, the night they ran away. He knew it meant that Gabriel was serious, and that he truly needed him.

He bit his lip nervously, and responded, "Anything, Gabe, anything for you."
"I-" Gabriel started, but stopped and huffed once again, this time looking incredibly ashamed "I got in trouble with my dealer. We sort of have this pay at the end of the month system. I can't pay, and he knows it. He says if I can't pay by tomorrow he'll-"

Castiel grabbed his brother's wrists, and stopped him before he could continue. "Gabe, it's alright." he said, in the most calming tone he could muster. "I'll grab my jacket, and my wallet, and we'll take care of it. It's gonna be okay. Just be more careful with your spending next time."

Gabriel stood and hugged Cas, nearly knocking him over. "Thanks, bro. This means the world to me. I'll make it up to you, I swear." He pulled away from his brother, leaving his arms wrapped loosely around the slim and slumped shoulders.

"But, are you sure you're okay to go? I mean, you don't leave your house too much, and dealers can be kind of scary." Gabriel seemed concerned, and Castiel understood why. He had always been one to shut out the real word, hardly ever venturing out from the walls he called home. That's part of the reason he found art was it was both expressive and inclusive. His two favorite things.

He sighed sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "Well brother of mine," Castiel responded, "I guess I could bring it upon myself to leave my hermit hole for you." He smiled, and was pleased to see that he had pulled a matching grin from Gabriel. The dramatic show that Cas had put on filled Gabe with ease, something he needed desperately. Castiel then broke apart from his brother, and slipped away to his bedroom.

He returned with his usual beige trench coat hanging messily over his small frame. "Where exactly are we headed?" He asked, wide-eyed, looking up at his brother.

Twenty minutes later, Castiel was in his Honda, with an unfamiliar address punched in to his GPS. A song was blasting on his stereo that was by an artist that he didn't know. However, Gabriel, who had snuggled himself tight in to the passenger seat, seemed to be rather enjoying it, judging by how he was singing every word.

"In 500 feet, turn left."

'Gabriel should be doing this on his own.' Cas thought, ignoring the song to listen to his GPS

"Turn left now"

'I couldn't let him do that. He's my brother.'

"In .2 miles, turn right."

'I just want to go home'

He looked over to his brother, careful to keep a cautious eye on the road. Gabriel seemed to have set up a full air-drum in the passenger side of Castiel's car. His brother seemed happy and easy going. Gabe was always known to be a free spirit.

'He'll learn one day. Until then, he's my brother. I'll help him.'

Cas had always been helpful that way. Extending a helpful arm where it wasn't always deserved. Gabriel had gotten himself in to this mess, over drugs nonetheless. He sighed, as he merged into the turn lane.

"This is it?" He asked, pulling into a long, well-kept driveway.
" Yeah." Gabriel said, with a nervous expression crossing his face.

"It'll be okay." Castiel reassured his brother, his worried eyes paired with a weak smile. He honestly wasn't sure if it was going to be okay. He had never dealt with any sort of dealer before, and from the color Gabriel was turning, this probably wasn't a very easy-going guy. Or girl, maybe. Castiel hadn't bothered to ask anything about the person.

"Hey, I forgot to ask, who is this person, anyway?" He asked, turning towards his brother.

"Oh!" Gabriel replied. "Right! His name is Dean Winchester. He's a bit of an, um... Interesting character. Real swell guy. You'll love him."
The sarcasm in Gabriel's tone made Castiel's already tense muscles lock up. He ignored it; however, he had to stay calm and collected for his brother. He strode uneasily to the door, following closely behind Gabe.

"Okay, I texted him awhile ago, so he knows we're coming. Just let me talk." Gabriel turned towards his brother, giving him a sincere stare.

"I thought you were the nervous one."

"Can it."

Gabriel and Castiel's relationship thrived off of playful teasing, such as that.

Gabriel knocked at the door, and soon the pair was in the living room of the house.

It was well-furnished, and fairly modern. Cas was surprised to see the man he supposed he would be dealing with. He was short, but bow-legged. He had dirty blonde hair, and a stern and agreeable face. However, it was his eyes that truly captured the young artist's attention. They were a soft green, and the light bounced off of them in such a way that Castiel found indescribable. Castiel's own eyes were often complimented, typically on how they changed from a deep midnight to a light sapphire. But there was something about Dean that Castiel found mesmerizing. His light colored Led Zeppelin shirt flowed easily against his body as he moved his elbows to his knees.

"So, you must be Cas. I've heard a lot about you."

His voice melted around Castiel. It felt like the words were touching him, and he liked it. It was warm, and inviting.

"Uh... Yeah. Hi." Castiel replied, after being nudged impatiently by his brother. He fumbled for his wallet, which had been tucked into the back pocket of his faded jeans. "How much does my brother owe you?" He asked whilst thumbing through his cash.

"Well," Dean chuckled, "It was two hundred. But Gabriel didn't tell me that he had a cute brother. So how about one fifty?"

Castiel smiled and blushed lightly at the compliment. "Yeah. That'll work." He pulled seven twenties and a ten out of his wallet, and offered it to the green-eyed man.

Dean smirked and accepted the cash, purposely brushing Castiel's fingers lightly. His smirked widened to a grin as the dark eyes of the other man widened at the touch, leaving his irises filled with a bright sapphire glint. It was amazing, really, to the both of them how such small interactions over such a small period of time could cause hearts to drop and pulses to rise.

"Well. This has been great, but I think Cas and I had best be on our way." Gabriel had noticed the serious eye-undressing that was going on, and was going to have no more of it. Plus, he didn't exactly want to hang out in the house of the drug dealer he had owed money to until only a few moments earlier. He grabbed his brother and pulled him back outdoors.

"Crush on the dealer, huh?" Gabriel proclaimed, breaking the thick silence that had been hanging in the car for the last ten minutes.

Castiel swallowed heavily before replying, "I- I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come ON!" Gabriel groaned. "You were blushing the entire time. And he totally complimented you. That is so fetch." He did a surprisingly accurate impression of a bitchy teenage girl at the end of the statement.

"Did you just quote Mean Girls?" Castiel asked in near disbelief.

"Did you just recognize a Mean Girls quote?" Gabriel responded, indignantly.
Castiel half-nodded. "Touché."

"Hot for drug boy." Gabriel muttered under his breath. "Not that I blame you. Dude is ripped."

"Is he?" Castiel asked, probably sounding more curious than he should.

"Oh that's cute. You only noticed his face. But yeah, he's built as hell." Gabriel responded.

Castiel only let out a small "Hm." In response, for he no longer cared for this conversation, not that it was particularly his favorite in this first place. He needed to get Gabriel home, so that he could get home. Somehow, when he was lost deep in Dean's eyes, he found the one thing he had truly been searching for. Somewhere in the beautiful orbs of green, he found inspiration.