early morning light filled the workshop as castiel stood behind the counter, raising his hammer to beat the metal into shape. his dark hair fell in his face as he brought the tool down, repeating the motion in a steady rhythm. his soft breathing was faint, overpowered by the clashing of iron. the air was warm from the heat of the fire. the iron glowed a bright orange colour from the heat it had been under not too long ago. water splashed onto the ground as he dunked the sword under to cool the metal. the elf's golden eyes flicked up to the window as someone passed by. it was a little early for people to be up-and-about.