Castiel's thoughts that night drift to Dean and he cant help himself if he continues thinking about those hands else where on his body. When his pants become undone, and a hand wraps around his cock he brings himself to orgasm with the thoughts of Dean jacking him off in the dark art studio, that dark sultry look in his eyes. Damn that Winchester.
Saturday Castiel finds himself wondering if Dean is spending the day in the art studio working. If he's alone, if he has his music playing and is singing along, if the windows are open and the warm summer breeze is blowing the papers on the wall. Damn that Winchester.