@CastielNovak Stop by my opening of my painting studio March 16th at 6pm. It is called "Heavenly Painters".
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"Heat of the Moment" by Asia woke Dean, who had fallen asleep in his car. He groaned groggily, rubbing his forest colored eyes with the base of his palm. In every way other than one, Dean was more than annoyed by being woken up early. Again.

He had spent the majority of the day working on his baby, a '67 Chevrolet Impala. He called it 'Baby' because he had received the car when he was young, as a gift, his dad saying, "You can have her if you fix her." The car was one of the very few things Dean loved in life, and according to others, the only thing he would willingly admit to loving. He learned every single detail on and in it.

Dean had sat down in the driver's seat a few hours ago, sipping a beer as he passed out. The only good part about him being woken up was that he was about to spill beer in his baby.

He reached to shut off his music and turned the dial, only making the sound faint. With confusion, he continued his attempt to stop the radio. It didn't work.

He stepped out of his vehicle to look around. Someone else is playing the same radio station? He turned around to the building across the street. There was a gigantic crowd of people inside and out. Dean placed his beer down on a table in his garage. He then proceeded to shut the door and the hood of the car. He dusted his hands off by brushing them together, then looked back at his autoshop.

The place wasn't much. He had moved into the apartment above the garage as soon as he graduated high school. Ever since he was young, he loved cars. About a year or two after he opened up, all of the other autoshops shut down. Dean liked to joke that he "put the rest of them out of business".

He, also, had a handful of dedicated coworkers which he considered family. Dean adored the business and smiled heartily at it before walking towards the massive crowd outside the new place.

The neon sign read Heavenly Painters, accompanied by a small, smiling angel holding a paintbrush. The studio appeared to be three, maybe even four times wider than Dean's shop. The front wall was covered in glass windows and lights shone from inside, casting their bright, yellow luminescence across the pavement.

Dean sighed, taking in a whiff of the crowd's scents. More betas than alphas, but there was also an almost completely washed away unfamiliar scent. It smelled like fresh laundry and cinnamon? That's not weird at all, Dean thought to himself.

He made his way across the street, glancing over both his shoulders for cars beforehand. There was a revolving door mounting the entrance. An actual fucking revolving door. Is this bitch rich?

He rolled his eyes slightly before tugging his leather jacket towards his chest. He pushed through the crowd and made his way inside and then away from the crowds.

It was glorious. The walls were multitudes of colors. The wall directly in front of the entrance was a deep maroon, with nearly every inch adorned in paintings. Dean didn't focus much on them as his eyes slid around the room, seeing the other three walls colored a gray so deep, looking like it belonged on an anchor. There was a hallway to the right of him, leading further back into what seemed to be just another big room full of paintings.

A few black couches were placed in the left side of the room, a white, fur rug placed in the center of the area with a glass coffee table on top. There was a small black, plastic centerpiece which had cup coasters in it.

A beautiful, granite counter-topped, L-shaped desk adorned a corner in the right side of the room. A redhead dressed in a hot pink tee and a black smock stood behind it, a headset resting on top of her head. Dean slowly made his way over to her and stood in line, shoving his hands in his front pockets. He continued admiring the decorations as the people left their spot in line.

Eventually, it was his turn. He looked at the smiling lady as she said, "Hey, I'm Charlie. Welcome to Heavenly Painters, how can I help you?"

He smiled back at the warm welcome, seeing her faded green eyes shimmer in the light. "Hey, Charlie. I was just wondering if you could explain what exactly this place is," he replied, nodding his head towards the other side of the room.

"Yeah, no problem. It's a new studio created by the artist Castiel Novak. He's really famous on social media, like, really. He's planning to host art classes here occasionally, but normally is gonna have other people do it. Basically, you go online, look at the calendar, pick out a painting you like or day you're free, sign up, and then the artist shows you how to paint it. It seems like it's gonna be pretty cool, actually." Charlie finishes her explanation and Dean has to blink a few times to break him out of his trance.

He shook his head a little before saying, "Sorry, that was a lot of information to take in. I swear, I heard at least half of what you said." She laughed in response.

"Yeah, I ramble a lot." She looked away from me and grimaced. "What the crap, ugh, there's a lot of people. I hope you enjoyed your introduction thingy, but I have other customers to attend to now."

Dean nodded understandingly and said, "Sure, of course. I'm Dean by the way."

She waved. "Nice to meet you, Dean."

"You too, Charlie," he waved back. She seems nice. Kind of rambles and kind of weird, but she's nice.

Dean made his way towards the exit but stopped when he saw a familiar face. He made his way towards the person and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Lisa looked up at him in confusion before settling down, relaxing once she sees it's him. "Hey, babe," she cooed, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, Lis, thought you were working late," Dean said to her.

"Well, I was supposed to, but April volunteered to cover me for a few hours considering how much I've worked lately. So, so much," she groaned, turning away from her friends to hug Dean tiredly. Okay, a little dramatic. I've been working more than you.

He embraced her, wrapping his arms around her torso and laced his hands together. He took in her beta scent mixed with her strawberry shampoo and sighed. Their hug got a few "aw"s but Dean didn't care. Sure, he cared about his fiancée, but he really didn't know how to express it. It's one thing she always yelled at him for - not "opening up". It was the way he was raised and he wasn't just going to let Lisa change him.

Dean's thinking was interrupted when he felt a sharp blow to his shoulder and he nearly stumbled forward. Lis held him upright while he yelled, "Son of a bitch!"

Heads turned to look as his eyes trailed the man. Dean wasn't able to make out much of him except for the fact he wore a beige/tan trenchcoat which extended past his knees. A mop of short, dark brown - almost black - hair covered his head. The sides were poofed out a little, but overall, his hair clearly disheveled.

Dean grunted, glaring as he followed the man with his eyes until he was lost in the swarm of people. It seemed like everyone from Lawrence decided to come check it out.

A/N: not all of the chapters will be this short but i appreciate feedback and votes :D comment if you want more chapters or have any recommendations or literally just to start a conversation idc

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