Dean stared at Cas. His brain almost couldn't work. Cas had tears in his eyes as he took his sketchbook back.

"I... I'm so sorry," Dean said weakly. Cas turned around and put the sketchbook on the coffee table. Dean stood up and wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him into a bear hug. He felt Cas stiffen in his arms, but he couldn't bring himself to let go. He buried his face into Cas' neck and just kept mumbling 'sorry' over and over. Cas just stood there stiffly until Dean finally let go and stepped back, and then he just started scratching at his arm.

"Thank you, by the way. It... must have been really hard for you to share that with me," Dean said softly. Cas looked up at him.

"Do you... want to continue drawing?" Dean asked. He wasn't sure what to do, but drawing seemed to be Cas' go-to coping method. Cas nodded and sat back down. Dean sat down too and started back up on his portrait. They spent an hour in silence, just drawing. Dean's still looked like crap, but it was the best he could do. When Castiel put his pencil down, so did Dean.

"Do you want me to go now?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head, not meeting Dean's eyes.

"Okay. What do you want to do while I'm here, then?" Dean continued. Cas stood up, so Dean did too. Cas looked around the room before walking step by step over to Dean. Dean watched him as he stopped directly in front of him, still staring at the floor, and was taken aback when Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and buried his face in the soft material of Dean's shirt. Dean stood still for a moment, shocked, before wrapping his arms around Cas as well, one arm across his waist, his other hand resting on the back of Cas' head. They stood like that for a long time before Cas started shaking and Dean realized Cas was crying.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, Cas. I'm here," Dean murmured, pressing his lips to the top of Cas' head. Cas hugged Dean tighter before he slowly got himself back under control and stepped away.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked. He felt almost hollow without Cas next to him. Cas nodded and wiped his eyes.

"Good," Dean said. Cas looked around the room, clearly desperate for something to do.

"Uh... we could... listen to music," Dean suggested. Cas' eyes lit up and he nodded. Dean grinned and pulled out his phone, opening up his music and putting it on shuffle. A classic rock song came on, and, to Dean's surprise, Cas began to head bang accordingly. Dean's grin widened and he joined Cas, dancing around and air-guitaring. After several songs, Dean and Cas collapsed onto the couch next to each other. Dean looked over at Cas, which his red face and his gleaming eyes, and he couldn't help it. Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas.