art: stargazer - MASTER POST
ART:
This art wasn't created by me. It was created by my spectacular and most wonderful artist, clarawincest, and it had been an absolute joy to work with her. So, without further ado, here comes the art!
He remembered on one occasion, when Sherri had finished reading Red Riding Hood to them, he’d just sat there, slack-jawed and unimpressed. It had left a grim, sour taste in his mouth; what kind of idiot spoke to a wolf? Better yet, what sort of moron gave out important information about where a frail old woman lived to a creature who was pretty much considered the epitome of all evil in most fairytales? He didn’t get it at all. Hell, if a wolf had tried to strike up a conversation with him, he’d have given it a good kick in the balls, before running screaming in the opposite direction, rather than tell it where he was heading.
Absently, as he sat stirring his coffee and watching the angel in front of him, Jared wondered if he’d given in too quickly.
Arguably, the other high point of the night-although neither of them would admit it-was when Jared passed out with his head pressed against Castiel’s shoulder, slumped against the other man, his empty beer bottle clattering to the floor.