Can you imagine Dean Winchester being set up with his sugarbaby cas and they try to figure out how they like each other
Cas likes indie plays and likes to get high and write illustrious poetry and photograph himself as he does complex yoga poses
Another day he gets high and paints himself
When Dean sees the paintings, a weird mixture of Michelangelo stomach rolls and Picasso paints that Dean wants to take and sell and hang up and frame and put in a museum, because they’re so beautiful and complex, but also giving and taking, like the forces
Dean takes Cas to meet Balthazar, a paint critique, who says Cas’s work is that of a fireplace going while a hurricane floods the streets; and Cas’s nickname of darling changes to my little hurricane
(Cas’s first piece is called Aphrodisiac, and is Cas on a mattress and his hair array, muscles on his arms tense and his stomach rolling and it sells for 1.2 million dollars)
Dean Winchester takes Cas out on a lake, remote, on a rough, bumpy, dirty road and there’s a crudely built bench with the initials DW & SW carved into it and Dean teaches Castiel how to fish, letting the young boy release the first fish he catches.
Dean who kisses behind closed doors only, but is never embarrassed.
Dean takes Castiel out to a horse ranch and takes him riding, letting the boy sit in front of him and they ride out to a plane of green grass with their picnic, and Cas reads Dean poetry and philosophical musings that he wrote in the shower and the pages are damp-dry, crinkled by wetting and drying over and over again, and Cas shotguns Dean, CEO of Winchester and Co Weapons, for the first time and giggles as the older man, older by 20 or so years, beard rough from calling vacation days in at work, get high for the first time in his life, and Dean muses along with Cas, about the universe and life and death and about pigeons and then headlights and music and banjos, and they are both lost on each other from that moment on
