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“My wings? What about them?” The angel raised a brow, eyeing the eldest Winchester with suspicion.
Dean shrugged casually and threw his hands up in defense.
“Hey, I was just curious! Can't blame a guy for being curious about a literal freakin angel!”
The angel in question thought about it for a moment before sighing.
“Very well then. I will show you my wings, but you must step back first.”
Dean’s face lit up and he did as instructed, taking a couple of steps back and giving the angel some room to spread his wings.
Dean watched with amazement as the angel unfurled his large fluffy wings, each one as majestic and graceful as the other.
The hunter stood in shock for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view in front of him, quickly shaking it off and rushing to curiously inspect the wings.
“Son of a bitch, these are the coolest things I’ve ever seen!”
Cas blushed and smiled bashfully, not entirely used to compliments.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Dean. But perhaps you should be a little more ca- eEK” The angel was cut off by an uncharacteristic squeak, caught off guard by the sudden contact.
Dean pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with concern.
“Woah, Cas, you okay? Did that hurt?”
The angel was quick to shake his head, clearing his throat before responding.
“No, no, I’m quite alright. It just tickled is all.” He spoke nonchalantly as if he wasn’t talking to one of the most mischievous people on the planet.
Dean’s expression switched from concern to disbelief, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.
“No way… your wings are ticklish!? This is too good!”
With an impish grin, he pounced on his friend, carefully digging into the soft feathers, earning a yelp followed by bursts of laughter from the angel.
“Dehehean! Whahahat are you doing?”
The hunter laughed with amusement, taking in the sight of the stoic angel Castiel laughing and smiling like a little kid.
“C'mon, Cas... it doesn’t take an angel to know that I’m tickling you!” he teased, switching to scratching at the ticklish skin that lay beneath the feathers.
Castiel fell back onto the couch, a snort escaping his lips when Dean found an extra sensitive spot near the base of his wings.
“Sorry, Cas. I hope this doesn’t ruffle your feathers..”
Dean joked with a cheeky grin as he continued the playful attack, genuine curiosity mixing with mischief as he poked and prodded at the sensitive appendage, feeling around the curve, all the way to the wingtip, effectively driving the angel crazy as he kicked and squirmed.
“Thihis is incredibly humiliating! Haha!”
He softly fluttered his wings, though he was unsure whether it was to shake off the tickles or simply distract himself.
The eldest Winchester chuckled and grinned playfully.
“Aw, don’t pretend you don’t like it, Cas~”
The angel’s cheeks reddened more.
“I nehehever denied liking ihihit..”
Dean paused with mild disbelief
“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked genuinely, his cheeky demeanor momentarily switching to sincerity.
Castiel averted his eyes in favor of looking at the floor.
“Well... I suppose I wouldn’t mind… if you were to continue, that is.”
That was all Dean needed to hear before he scritched and scratched at the feathered skin, eliciting more bright laughter.
The tickling carried on for a while before finally calming down, leaving the two smiling and breathless.
In the end, Dean Winchester had managed to fluster an angel of the lord, and he was damn proud of it.