Boom.

Dean sighs when he hears the loud bang from the other side of the flat. What on Earth has Seamus managed to demolish this time? Hurriedly, he puts the kettle down and makes his way to the source of the noise.

Just as he's halfway across the hall, he hears Seamus' voice from behind the door of the spare bedroom, also known as Dean's art room.

"Dean...?" Seamus sounds very timid, almost scared, so unlike himself.

"Yes?" Dean is exasperated, but his tone is fond.

"Well... I blew something up again."

"I know. I heard... what was it?"

"Erm, I'm really sorry about this, but... your paint. Some of it, anyway. Maybe the majority, I don't know..."

Dean's stomach lurches, if anyone else had done this, he would be livid. Maybe he is now, but he doesn't want to be angry at Seamus.

He must certainly look angry as he walks into the room as Seamus, who already has a rather troubled expression, is now looking more worried about the consequences of his unintentional antics, his usually pale skin now ghost white. There's paint there too, flecking the flesh of his face and hands with brilliant purples and greens.

Even more paint obscures the floor, huge snowflakes of dark brown and grey. Luckily, just a simple spell can be used to clean that up.

However, it's not until Dean notices the state of his current work in progress that he becomes truly irritated with his boyfriend. Seamus would suggest using magic to put it right, but Dean prefers just to indulge in Muggle methods when creating art.

"Shay..." Dean begins, his voice gruff.

"Yes?" is Seamus' meek response. He doesn't dare to look at Dean, who he fears will explode like the cans of paint. "What is it?"

"This..." Dean's expression softens as he scans the painting properly. "This is brilliant. This is exactly what I needed. I know you didn't mean to do it, but... wow."

"Are you serious? I mean, it looked so much better before, Dean. I made it look rubbish. I'm so sorry I messed it up, especially as I know it took you ages to do."

"Of course I'm serious. I love it." Dean takes Seamus' hand in his own and smiles.

Seamus manages a chuckle and squeezes Dean's hand back.

"Told you my explosions would come in useful one day."