Art Post: The Festival of Weeks

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Cas wasn’t sure what to do. So he busied himself unpacking the magazines Dean had bought, the rock mix tapes he’d recorded himself, the junk food, and books. He unpacked the sweats and jeans and shirts, toothpaste and toothbrushes and shaving cream, although Alan had told them they were forbidden razors. He lined up the framed photos of the three of them, one of Mary Winchester, and one Cas had taken, of Sam fast asleep with his mouth slightly ajar, slumped on the sofa, head on Dean's shoulder while Dean flipped off Cas and the camera.

Story Link: The Festival of Weeks