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"Dean never saw Castiel's wing, he saw only shadow. And Castiel is worried Dean wouldn't like his wings, he think it's dull in colour, nothing beautiful and vibrant as Dean deserved.
When the words of Castiel’s worry spread out, all the birds that heard this new brought their the beautiful colourful feathers from their molting for him. All beautiful red, orange, yellow, green, blue, navy, stripes, dots, white, teal etc…They also teach him the courting ritual of their kind and hope to help the Angel.
In this art, it's when Dean found Castiel trying to decorated his wings, Castiel is upset because he's not ready, his wings are not ready to be seen by Dean. But Dean have other thought."