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I feel like I raised the bar with last chapter but I dunno if I can write something as good as that again because that was a spur of the moment thing o_o
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36. Draw partner a romantic stick figure picture
The only thing worse than being stuck in a motel room on a rainy day, Dean decided, was being stuck in a motel room where the TV didn't even freaking work. Sure, daytime TV absolutely sucked but it was something!
"I'm bored," he complained. Cas didn't look up from the book he'd bought from the bookstore next to the last diner they'd stopped at (despite Dean ribbing him constantly for being 'another freaking Sammy').
"Good for you."
"Entertain me, Cas."
"No."
Dean slumped against the pillows and headboard with a small whine and pouted at Cas next to him.
"Wanna have sex?"
"No."
Now Dean outright groaned.
"What am I s'posed to do?"
"You could read one of my books."
"Nice try, angel. I don't read any of the crap you bought."
Cas didn't reply. Huffing, Dean turned away and his eyes fell on a few sheets of motel stationary and a pen. Fine. If Cas wanted to be that way and ignore him, he'd just have to show him.
It took ten minutes before Cas finally looked up from his book and frowned at Dean.
"Dean, what are you doing?"
"Drawing you a picture."
"Why?"
"You wouldn't entertain me, so I'm entertaining myself."
With one final pen flourish, Dean brandished his rough sketch.
"There ya go, angel. Just 'cause I like you so much."
Cas squinted at the drawing.
"Is this meant to be a love illustration?"
"Yep."
"It's rather crude." Cas didn't look impressed at all. "For one, this isn't anatomically possible. The angle at which I would have to bend for you to be able to thrust in that way is –"
"So you don't like it?" Dean said, his stomach sinking. Why'd he even draw this in the first place? Cas was iffy enough about his moods when it came to real sex and drawing something this crude, especially when Cas wasn't in the mood…well, of course he'd mess it all up and upset his angel. Why did he have to fuck everything up?
"The intention behind it is there," Cas said, his lips twitching in amusement. When Dean didn't respond, he turned to face Dean and cupped his face. "You're having self-loathing thoughts again, aren't you?"
"No," Dean said quickly. Cas narrowed his eyes and leaned in to lightly brush his lips over Dean's.
"Don't lie to me, Dean."
Dean tried to look away but Cas' hands had an iron grip on his face.
"Cas –"
"When will you see that you are not to blame for everything? When will you stop thinking so little of yourself?"
"I knew you weren't in the mood and I still drew that," Dean muttered darkly. Cas rolled his eyes to high heaven.
"Stop blaming yourself every time you feel that you've offended me, Dean. I don't find the drawing itself appealing but I see the intent behind it and I find it rather amusing as a whole."
Cas pushed Dean back on the bed and straddled the surprised man's waist.
"I thought you didn't want to –"
Cas cut him off by bending down to kiss him, clasping his hands as he did so.
"I didn't say that we would have sex, Dean. But I would not be averse to – what do you call it? Kissing you until you forget your own name."
Dean let out a growl and tugged his hands free to pull Cas down on top of him so that his angel lay chest-to-chest with him. Cas raised an eyebrow and grabbed his hands again.
"And besides, human, that book was quite boring compared to showering you with love. That's always my favourite thing to do."
"Then do it," Dean said testily. Cas tilted his head.
"Is that a challenge?"
"You bet your sweet ass it is."