Conscience, Digital Painting, December 2017
I’m pretty new to digital painting, but I worked hard on this. Likes and reblog are always appreciated. xo
See, I really enjoy the angel/devil on your shoulder concept and it’s a lovely idea for them to both come in the shape of Cas because we know that even Dean’s darkest side has a moral code. I love it!
I have a thing for security guards…especially Misha Collins
Wow this has reached a lot of notes I didn’t expect this
Omg a thousand notes wow
Alright, 2000? For real? That’s a lot of notes yall
My friend come over and we draw some random art. ~~ Now I will continue my commissions.
And why Castiel don’t have his shoes? … Well… I’m lazy. 😀
Ok this is the cutest frickin thing ever…
Good morning 😘
Just finished and I’m so happy how it tuned out!! Eeek !❤️
Gotta love waking up with that special someone 😉 I miss the feeling ;(….
They’ve been together like this for weeks now, and the thrill of it – of being them, together – is not yet gone.
Privately, Dean believes it never will be. He’s been with dozens of people, more women than men, but every time he’s with Cas, it’s like he’s a virgin all over again. Every kiss is a special thrill, every touch is somehow new, and every orgasm is intense like nothing ever before.
Even as his mouth and hands unerringly find every spot on Cas’s well-mapped body that makes Cas buck and moan and clutch at him, even as Dean memorizes every dip and scar on Cas’s skin, it still feels new.
Perhaps it’s just that he gets to have this, finally. He has someone to sleep beside every night and wake up with every morning, someone he loves a frightening amount. He has a place that he doesn’t need to cut pieces of himself off to fit into.
Dean can imagine himself growing old with Cas. The thought should scare him, but it doesn’t. He can imagine watching Cas’s dark hair turn grey at the temples, his laugh lines getting deeper in his face, and his mouth still curving into that same gentle smile he greets Dean with every morning when Dean wakes. He can imagine kissing Cas awake every day and never tiring of it for years. Decades. Longer.
It excites him something fierce that he can actually have all that. The life he wants but never thought he’d get is his for the asking and his for the keeping, if Cas is amenable.
From the quiet smiles and soft kisses and even softer whispers of ‘beloved’, late at night, Dean thinks he is.
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