So I decided to take out my tablet because damn it’s been a long time… I didn’t know what to draw and I might have drawn Bianca oops
I don’t know what I’m doing help
It started normal enough, considering. Dean was painting the walls in one of the bunker’s corridors. At first he wanted to paint the whole thing red. Sam of course, had argued with it (Oh come on, Dean! Red?! Have you actually seen the paint? It’s freaking RED!), but he eventually gave up. So Dean was left alone in the corridor, a bucket of bright red paint in hand. He took off the lid and dunked a big paintbrush in the smooth, shiny paint.
- Oh wow. That damn thing’s really, really red.
Dean spend several minutes giggling while drawing silly things on the wall with the paintbrush. A sun, a tree, a wendigo, a devil’s trap, a pair of wings.
A pair of wings.
The hunter dropped the paintbrush, placed his hand on his last doodle and smeared the paint. If you ask him, he’ll tell you he doesn’t know how he came to find himself with both hands wrist-deep into red paint, nor what the hell compelled him to suddenly paint two huge red wings with his bare hands.
But he did. He took a step back and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a think red stroke right above his eyebrows. He smiled.
- Hey, Cas! Come, man, you gotta see this!
Castiel walked into the corridor and went to stand right in front of Dean’s masterpiece. He stared at the wings incredulously for several minutes, then turned around, towards Dean. The red wings were right behind him, and for a moment, the hunter thought of the too rare occasions he’d seen glimpses of Cas’ actual ones.
Cas was looking at him so innocently, clutching his jacket as usual. The damn thing was too big for him and was always falling down his shoulders. Dean really ought to take the guy on a shopping trip, because wearing the Winchester’s clothes on a daily basis and complaining about the size of them ‘not being appropriate, but I guess I’ll make do, don’t worry Dean' is starting to get old.
Dean put his red-covered hands in his pockets and huffed.
- I don’t know, I though it would be cool. Y’know, before I paint the whole wall.
-It is. It’s very ‘cool’.
The Cornetto Trilogy
Binned the last drawing I started because meh.
Started a new one, yaaay!
Let’s hope I don’t mess this one up.
Can you guess what I’m doing?
I seriously wanted to draw when I was on break this morning but all I managed to do is use my black marker to doodle John Watson.
I had this in mind when I did it.