"As Dean walked out from behind the chair, he took a knife from Crowley's tray of instruments and drummed the flat side of it against his palm. With his back to Castiel, he paused, considering the stone wall in front of him. After a moment, he turned back, looking between both demon and angel. "Alastair used to call me an artist," he said, "Did you know that?""
Rated: M - English - Angst/Horror - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,375 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 12/20/2018 - Published: 8/2/2017 - Dean W., Castiel, Crowley, Rowena M.