As they went, Cas’s eyes drifted over the many new pieces of art Dean had produced for his reintroduction to the art world.
They were different, incredibly different, than the massive canvases and full color angels Dean had painted before. These new pieces were a reflection of his life now.
On a tall, antique door was a stark black and white painting of the Eiffel Tower. A broken piece of drywall held a craggy image of the cliffs of Dover, England. An old weathered chunk of driftwood was painted with an image of the Golden Gate Bridge. And a battered black car trunk lid wore a bleak image of a city street in Baltimore.
Landscapes, cityscapes, scenes from around the world, painted on found objects, battered and broken, worn down by age. But what made the paintings truly remarkable was the single image featured in every last piece.
A full color, dark-haired angel - in a trenchcoat.
Dean had painted Cas into every one of the pieces. In the Eiffel Tower painting, the angel stood below one of the tower’s arches, head tipped back as he looked upward at the tower’s structure.
On the cliffs, he crouched, staring out at the water, head tilted curiously.
On the bridge, he stood in the middle, as cars passed, black wings arched above the oblivious drivers.
And in Baltimore, he stood at the door of an old firehouse, fist raised to knock.
Dean had named the series Thursdays. It seemed appropriate.
I got really inspired off of winjennster ‘s amazing fic, painted angels (which holy shit you should read if you haven’t already), so i whipped up something really quick. i had too much fun detailing and spent a bit longer than intended on this though, thanks to everybody who popped by at the stream!! and to camille, who told me to draw a dick on this:
here’s to you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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