Prompt 10: Drawing Each Other

Dean stared at the sketchbook that he found under the impala's front seat when he was cleaning It out. He knew what the sketchbook had In it, he hadn't even looked at the thing since high school. Dean carefully opened the book and ran his fingers over the first sketch, It was crap but there were better versions in the book. It was a sketch of his mother, as he flipped through the pages he found the best one, John had told him being an artist was gay and a bunch of other shit.

Cas came in to their bedroom and saw the sketchbook Dean was holding, walking over to look over Dean's shoulder, seeing a beautiful sketch of Dean's mother, "That is beautiful Dean, did you do that?"

Dean jumped a bit, not having heard Cas come in, he quickly shut the book and looked away, "I…"

Cas frowned a bit, "Dean… they are beautiful drawings. May I see please?"

Dean blushed but hesitantly handed Cas the book, "In high school I started drawing and… I used pictures of mom and my memory…"

Cas opened the book and flipped through the pages until he got to the best drawing of Dean's mother, "They are all amazing Dean, really they are beautiful."

Dean blushed more and then looked up at Cas, "You think so?"

Cas smiled gently and nodded, "Yes Dean. Why did you stop?"

Dean sighed as he thought about what his father had told him, "Dad said artists were gay, and wouldn't amount to anything… He hated that I drew pictures of mom…"

Cas shook his head, "They are wonderful drawings Dean, I would think he would appreciate your drawings."

Dean shrugged gently, "I don't know, I guess he always thought I was Bisexual and he was so homophobic he would do anything and say anything to make sure I repressed that part of me."

Cas sighed and softly sat next to Dean, closing the setchbook and intertwining his fingers with Dean's, "Dean your father was a man that grew up in a time period that being gay was wrong and sinful, and I am not saying It was right but it was his upbringing. You couldn't help the way you were born, I know it is hard but I promise you, there is nothing wrong with It, or our relationship."

Dean blushed again before leaning forward and kissing Cas gently, then taking his sketchbook from Cas and chewed on his lip, "Can I draw you angel?"

Cas smiled and nodded, "Of course Honeybee."

Dean smiled back before getting up to find the pencils he had found with the sketchbook, he was nervous about drawing Cas but also excited. Once he found the pencils he moved the chair by his desk so he could sit there but Cas stopped him, "Wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to sit on the bed, I can sit for hours with no trouble but you are still human Dean."

Dean smiled and nodded, "Okay, but… Cas can… can I draw your wings to?"

Cas looked at Dean hesitantly but finally nodded, "Anything for you Dean."

Dean smiled and then got himself comfortable on his bed where he could see Cas, and when Cas was comfortable he said something in Enochian and his wings appeared, Dean gasped a bit as he studied them, they were similar to a birds wings but they were raven black, and many of his feathers were singed, Dean assumed they were burnt when Cas was rescuing him from Hell but after what happened the last time Dean tried to ask about it he decided against it. After regaining his composure he looked at Cas, "So try not to move to much okay?"

Cas gave a slight nod, "Of course Dean."

Dean smiled then started drawing Cas, his first 2 attempts were not that great so he ripped the pages out and threw them In the trash, his 3 attempt he was finally able to get it right.

It took him 2 and a half hours to finish his drawing of Cas, once Dean was finally finished he looked up at Cas, "Okay… I uh… I think I am done…"

Cas smiled at how nervous Dean was, Cas slowly stretched out his wings, they were the only part of him that were stiff, instead of making them disappear he decided to fold them against his back and he stood up too look at the drawing. Dean hesitantly handed Cas the sketchbook and quickly looked away, not wanted to see how much Cas hated it. What he missed however was the way Cas' eyes widened and he was in shock at how beautiful the drawing was, his wings had the most detail but Cas thought they were beautifully drawn. "D…Dean…"

Dean sighed and looked up at Cas, except he didn't expect to see the amazement and shock on his face, "Y…you like it?" Dean asked nervously

Cas looked down at Dean and smiled, "Dean it is beautiful, really I love it."

Dean blushed deeply and looked away, "Thanks Cas… you can keep it… if you want, you can keep the whole book I don't…"

Cas leaned down and pressed his lips to Dean's, effectively shutting him up. When Cas pulled away Dean was panting for air, "Dean you drew these, you should keep drawing."

Dean nodded then looked at the boney part of Cas wings and looked at Cas, "Only if you tell me why you think your wings are hideous."

Cas started to pull away but Dean stopped him, and looked at him with desperation so he finally nodded, then stretched out his wings and looked at their color, "Most angels have brightly color feathers, Lucifer had the most pure white wings, ever. Michael's were white as well but they were also iridescent, Gabriel's wings were golden, they looked like they were actually metal, Raphael's wings were blue like the sky. Almost all angel's have bright colored feathers, those who don't are believed to be more likely to rebel. Anna had a brown shade, similar to an owl's, Uriel was a dark shade of blue. I… I had black, like a raven's. Most angel's wouldn't touch my wings, as if my taint would rub off on them, Gabriel was the one who would groom my wings when I was just a fledgling and then after he left, Balthazar helped me. Then when I rescued you from hell my feather's were darkened even more by Hellfire and soot."

By the time Cas finished talking, he was shaking and his wings had folded against his back tighter then before, Dean could tell it was more for protection and he reached out and took Cas' hand, "Shhhh hey Angel, your wings are amazing, and you helped us defeat Lucifer, who gives a shit about his wings being pure white, he rebelled right? Just because your wings are a certain color doesn't mean a damn thing. They are beautiful." Cas stayed quiet and let Dean hug him, calming himself and his emotions down.

After a moment Dean carefully reached out to run his fingers along Cas' wings, drawing out a gentle breathy moan from Cas, "Dean…"

Dean smirked and pulled away to meet Cas' eyes, "You liked that didn't you angel…"

Cas nodded, "Yes… t..the wings are the most sensitive part of an angel… I…"

Dean could see Cas struggling for words as he ran his finger's over the meaty flesh of the joint on Cas' left wing. Then he pulled away and put the sketch book on the desk, before he started to play with Cas' wings.