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Castiel’s wings too up most of the room around him, the shower that usually felt large felt cramped with the bombardment of feathers, his wings being twice his size.
Rowena had left him with a spell that crossed his ethereal presence with is human and vice versa. Her intention was to send him fully in one direction or the other, vesseless angel or harmless fragile human without such grace.
A winchester, cas is not sure which, had knocked her out before she finished the spell.
Cas isn’t sure what's worse, feeling the weight of his wings in earth's gravity or not being able to look into his lovers eyes with risk of blinding him.
Those were the top issues with having your very essence stretched in the wrong direction.
Cas finished his depressing shower, he straightened his wings out in an outward motion, flapping both of them free of any lingering water.
He approached the mirror, he was not entirely ashamed of his ethereal form but whatever he was at the moment, in this vessel but with more weight to it that it was supposed to carry, it was unnatural like an aborted crossbreed. That's what witchcraft will do, at least the evil stuff will. Right now cas sported two very large surprisingly heavy thick black wings, his eyes glow a dim blue light, the rest of him felt like there was a lag between when he would command his foot to them forward and when it actually did. Possessing a vessel is only a projection of his self not his entire essence, no human could handle it if it was. That's why cas had to fix this or his vessel would expire due to the entirety of an angelic being burning it from every joint to every artery.
Cas would not let either winchester near him and if he heard one he’d slam his eyes shut.
The two of them being stubborn saps wouldn't let him suffer alone. While sam usualy did the research by himself dean was more than eager to help his lover out of this stuck between two worlds mess. Especially since cas would lash out at him every time dean entered a room with him.
“Dean i said leave, or I will.”
Cas said with a stern voice, his wings puffing out with his emotions.
Cas’s eyes were still shut as long as the elder winchester was in the room with him.
Dean squinted at cas sporting a scowl.
“Can it cas, i just wanted to see you, check on you”
Dean peaked from door outside of cas’s room.
“I can’t risk seeing you and you shouldn't put yourself in my path, not now”
Cas said sighing sitting on his bed and pulling his large black wingers over his head, ducking under them. They came in handy sometimes.
Dean’s heart sank at the distance cas was putting in their relationship, not just in space but between them, in every way.
“Fine, i’m going to go wake up the witch, if you wanna use that deadly stare of your to help your cause give me a call, if not stay here and sulk i don’t care.”
Dean bit as cas and slammed his door.
Cas wrapped his great feathered appendaged around himself tighter.
“Red, yeah you.”
Dean said marching his little torcher tool cart her direction, she was witch cuffed in the usually just demon proof chair, but today was special.
“Winchester 1, wheres winchester 2? I like the logical one better”
She addressed him in her tangy accent. She raised a brow and leaned her head to see what all was on that little squeaky cart.
“Oh sam? He’s gathering your library and coating it in gasoline”
Dean said picking up a mangled angel blade, there were etchings in it not even rowena could read.
“Bastards the both of you! I would have thought sam to have respect for books but i guess you are both brutes!”
Rowena struggled against her cuffs.
“Oh he does, thats why he used them to help me make this special weapon. Some real powerful spells we wouldn't want to go to waste, or the wrong hands”
Dean said snark lining his tone like the ocean filling a canal.
He brought the strange looking angel blade to her forearm cutting like a violinist would drag a bow across the strings, precise and quick.
She merely scoffed, not to lie she expected much more of kick.
“Pathetic, you two cant even duct tape together a weapon that would make me release your angel baby from his, oh what is it now? Eve of destructive state?”
Blood pooled below her where he had sliced.
She could replace that later.
Dean was silent, he leant against the back wall as if her were waiting for something.
She felt something crawling back up her arm she looked to see the once pool of blood on the floor had become some creature fueled by hate she could see it oh god the hate that emanated from that pile of her own blood. It snaked its way back into the cut in her arm.
“Cute”
She said feeling the blood creature raking its way through her body.
“When that reaches your heart, your done for.”
Dean sighed twirling the knife between his fingers.
“Now you seem like a self interested person, why would you value the death of another over your own possibility at life?”
Rowena scoffed.
“You think i just wanted to break your boytoy because he was an easy target? I need him for a spell you stupid twit. Get me another angel and i’ll release yours”
She spat at him.
“Thats not how this works, you die and we figure it out the long way or you live and fix my fucking angel. Capiche?”
Dean growled.
She was silent.
He stuck the blade back in the cart and pushed it back to its respective place.
Dean pulled out his phone and texted sam
Your turn
He typed and left the room much angrier than he had entered.
Dean softly knocked on cas’ door.
“Cas i’m coming in”
Dean slowly opened the door to find the angel actually sleeping, curled under his enormous wings dean wouldn't know cas was under there if he hadn't seen his hair peeking out the top.
It was nice to see castiel at peace but it meant that whatever this was cas needed rest, and he never needed rest.
This form he took was taking a toll on him and all dean could do was watch.
Dean decided to make a bold move, no matter how much cas might hate it in fear of hurting dean.
Dean grabbed a sleep mask from cas’ dresser and pulled it over his eyes. He slipped into cas’s bed behind him wrapping his arms around the angels midsection and burying his head in cas’s feathers.
Cas lightly stirred in his sleep but was too out of it to bring himself to consciousness,
Sun was down and sam would be a while. Dean let exhaustion overtake him, it was nice.