Dean was standing outside the motel next to his baby, a beer in his hand. It was no longer cold, but it was nice to hold in his hand. The night was warm and the air was humid, but Dean didn't mind. He was too busy lost in thought.
A flutter of wings sounded in the dark. A figure with wide shoulders, dark hair, and blue eyes stared at Dean. A smile formed on Dean's lips. There his best friend, Castiel, stood with a nervous expression on his face. Something was up. The quick smile that once was on Dean's face dissolved and a frown of concern stood in its place.
"What's up, Cas?"
"Dean. Could I…could I show you something?" Dean thought for a moment. Possibilities rolled through his head. He figured that whatever Cas wanted to show him, it must be important.
"Sure Cas. Anything." Castiel placed two fingers on Dean's forehead. He found himself in a white room with a wood floor, a desk, and a lamp.
Art. Pure art was laid before Dean. Sketches of streets, paintings of oceans, and more covered the room. Castiel looked up at Dean, searching for something in his face.
"Cas, these are amazing!" Dean's eyes were filled with shock and amazement as he eyed Cas's creations. Castiel's cheeks reddened and he smiled.
"Thank you, Dean. That's very nice of you to say."
The Winchester strode over to the desk to admire more of the artwork. He noticed something underneath all the papers. He pulls out the sketchbook which was somewhat hidden under piles and piles of papers. He opened the sketchbook to the first page and looked down to see what was in it. Shock filled him as he saw his own face, so accurate and detailed. Cas had gotten everything right, down to the number of freckles on Dean's face. He flipped through the pages quickly. Every page, filled with drawings of Dean.
Castiel's face was totally red. "You, uh, weren't supposed to see those," he said, clearly embarrassed. Dean smiled and looked down at Castiel. Something filled the Winchester's green eyes but Castiel could not figure out what it was.
Dean enveloped Cas in a tight embrace. It was Cas's turned to be surprised. He sat there a moment, trying to process what was going on but eventually he gave up and returned the hug.
"They are awesome. But why me? There are so many better things you could have drawn. So why me?"
"Because you're the only one who means more to me."
AN: Hey guys. Sorry. I know I should be working on my other fic but this one was just begging to be written. Reviews would be fabulous. Thanks guys!