Art materpost for Ad Astra
"Dean Winchester didn’t come into the room as much as he sauntered vaguely through the door, one foot still outside as he glanced up the walls in judgmental assessment of everything he saw. Castiel didn’t know whether to roll his eyes or chuckle under his breath. It was both irritating and quite arguably endearing at the same time."
"Cas (Cas,) moves beneath his hold, and for a moment Dean fears he’d given him offense, but he feels fingers flutter against the base of his neck."