"Mmm," Dean hummed, glancing at the designs out of the corner of his eye. Ferox did incredible work, whatever he made. It was easy to see the talent in the lines of the drawing. "Looks good, babe. I can't wait to see it when it's finished."

Sneakily - which was not very sneaky at all - Dean slipped his hand underneath Ferox's sweater and warmed his hand against his skin. "I'm feeling good. I can't do anything impressive magic wise but I'm good."