The burger was amazing, as usual, and the look at Castiel's face was hilarious when he first laid his eyes upon the monster of the burger. And the sounds he made when consuming them. I swear If taking out of context, the sound could be misinterpreted as a porno. "Damn Cas, enthusiasm much?"

He looked up "These make me very happy."

"I can see that. Geez you already scarfed it down!" Castiel gave an innocent shrug, and stole one of my french fries "HEY! You little thief!"

Cas laughed and stole another "And what are you going to do about it? Last time I checked, you said you were treating me to lunch."

"Not my lunch! Man, you are a bottomless pit!" I sigh and push my plate over to Cas, giving up. "You are lucky we are friends."

Castiel took another fry, dipping it in ketchup. "Mhmm… So, I have to get back to work soon. That is if I still have my job." He sighs and pushes the plate back towards me, seeming to have lost is unnatural appetite. "I really don't feel like going back today…"

I shrug "Then don't...Screw Janet."

"I can't just not go...I could get fired."

"I will hire you then!"

Castiel blinks a bit "What? What could you possibly need me for?"

I shrug, trying to conceal the fact that I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it out first. What would Castiel do? "um...well…"

Castiel gave a soft smile before standing up. "Thank's for caring, Dean..but I can't impose on you for a non existent job..so I will stick with mine."

"Want me to walk you back?" I stand up too quickly, hitting my knee on the table. "HOLY MOTHER OF-" I hiss in pain, stumbling out and away from the table.

Castiel was trying to keep a straight face, but was failing. "Real smooth"

"Oh Shut up" I grumble, flattening out my suit, trying to blow over the embracement. "I am going to walk you back. That way Janet gets a good look at us. " I chuckle "Maybe I will stay and look at some art."

"You don't have to protect me from Janet. I'm a big boy, Dean, and I don't need you to mommy me and hold my hand."

"Hey hey hey! Maybe I just want to look at some paintings and experience some art. Speaking of which, I think I want to see more of your stuff up there."

"Do you know how hard that was to sneak in?"

"So, I think your gallery would get more visitors if the 'mystery painter' would display more."

"Yeah well who do you think puts up those paintings? People will get suspicious, Dean. I'm not doing it."

"Then Do it when the gallery closes. It would be like a mystery novel. Man, that would be so cool."

"You are very childish, you know that?"

"Well I dream big, that is what got me so far." I grin happily. "Come on Cas. Pretty please? Think of the look on Janet's face!"

Castiel seemed to consider this for a moment "It would be pretty funny to see…"

"See? Pretty promising am I right?"

"So I would be….like a reverse art theif."

"Anti art thief." I grin, patting Castiel on the shoulder.

Castiel gave a small sigh and then smiles softly "Better get painting then I suppose."

"Hell yeah! Be sure to make them awesome as usual buddy."

"Mmhmm.." Castiel sighs, looking up "We are already at the art gallery…"

I whistle low "Boy does time fly. Guess we were having fun huh?" I wink at the other, smile almost cutting my face in half. "Admit it, you love having me around."

"I never said I was having fun, I just forgot how close we were to the art gallery." Castiel chuckles a bit and opens the door.

"You cheeky son of a bitch." I shove the other playfully also stepping into the doors of the gallery. "So ...Where is the next one going?"

Castiel paused, looking around "Hmmm..I am thinking right there." He pointed to a darkened corner of the room with very dim lighting."

"Cas, buddy, no one will see it if you put it there." I frown, confusion sweeping over any logic behind why Castiel would put it there.

"Isn't it obvious?" Castiel scoffs

"Obviously not.." I mumble, digging my hands into my pockets. "Explain 'ol mighty painter..Why that spot?"

"It has meaning. From the shadows and slowly.." he points to the spot and slowly traces it to the center of the gallery "Into the light..It will be a progression..those who value art will seek it out even in the darkest of corners. Afterall art is all about 'diamonds in the rough' and finding new talent. Do you see it now, Dean?"

I stand there for a moment, considering his words. I felt depth when he was speaking, emotion. Obviously painting means a lot more to him then what he lets on. "I guess you are adding to the mystery.. and building your soon to be legacy." I give a small nod in understanding. Even Castiel's thought process was like a giant painting..thought out and meaningful strokes. " I guess that is what you are.." I mumble

"And what is that exactly Dean?" Castiel looks up, tilting his head slightly in question.

My face reddens a bit. I did not realize I said that out loud, and my mind reeled madly trying to come up with a logical excuse for what I just spewed out. "Er..I was just thinking..You are like a painting.."

Castiel raises an eyebrow "What are you getting at? I don't see your logic." He crossed his arms, an amused look tugging at his mouth in the corners and turning it into a smug smirk. "Oh please, do tell me what makes you think I am like a painting. I would love to hear your logic."

"I was just thinking that the way you think, it is out of the box and intricate like a painting...I meant nothing by it..It is a compliment really..I think it is beautiful." I mumble, a bit embarrassed at how stupid I must sound.

"Beautiful?"

"Er..Yeah..Your thought process is different,..Beautiful and vibrant."

"You do realize that sounds weird, right?" Castiel laughs and sighs "Well I have to take my beautiful imagination and myself and go talk to Janet before I am fired. See you same time tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."