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,,Dean... Did you know?"
Dean glares at Sam with such a hateful look that Sam immediately flinches back. Sam puts his hands up, palms open towards him and backs even further. Sam is looking at him as if he was a wild animal about to attack him or something. Which is partially true, he isn't going to lie, but it still makes him want to yell at Sam.
,,Do I look like I knew that?!"
With that, he somehow; he still doesn't know how to control those things on his back, but he is learning slowly; spreads his wings to their full length. The movement is too quick for him and he would have fallen, if the wings didn't start flapping like crazy.
,,Dean! Can't you control them? Stop flapping."
Dean curses when one of the wings hits the door frame and he quickly tries to walk inside the war room. Once the wings can't hit anything and Dean is no danger of falling down, they calm down and neatly fold behind his back.
They both are looking at them like they will start moving again and bite them or something.
,,Do they...have a mind of their own?"
Dean shakes his head.
,,I have no freaking clue. Fuck, this is so weird."
Sam snorts and comes closer to him.
,,You tell me. It's not everyday I see my brother having brand new wings."
Dean groans. Yeah, Sam is right. It's totally his fault that he got wings. He wasn't supposed to be touching anything in the dudgeon, but he did and puff, new wings.
He tries to stretch them out again and it works. He admires them. They don't look bad and if anyone asked him, he would say they look kinda badass. They are deep green, almost like a rainforest or something. They also have a few blue specks here and there, making them look even better.
Dean can see Sam stretch his hand forward as if he wants to touch. As he is about to allow it, his wings stiffen and pull away from Sam' hand. Dean looks at them, then at Sam.
,,I didn't do that."
Sam is looking at them like they offended him and he stretches his hand out again. This time, the wings bristle like a cat' fur and open themselves wide, wider then before. Dean recognizes it as a threatening display and tries to fold them back. They don't move even an inch.
,,Sam, I think it would be wise for you to back away."
Sam nods slightly and lowers his hand, while backing away. The further Sam is, the more the wings calm down. Once Sam is at the other side of the room, his wings are folded back behind his back.
,,What the hell was that?"
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,,No, Sam. We can't just call Cas. He is out there on his own hunt and it would take him days till he gets here."
Dean is at the end of his rope. He is exhausted from trying to control those fucking wings, he can't really sleep, because whenever Sam walks just a bit closer to his room, they bristle again and it wakes him up. He can only sleep on his stomach and it's not comfortable few nights in a row. He can't go out of the bunker as he can't hide them as angels can and that's making him frustrated.
The thing that hurts the most is that Sam can't get as close to him as usually. His wings are alright when Sam is in the same room as him, but as soon as Sam tries to touch him, give him something or even walk in the same distance as the stretch of his wings, his wings bristle again. They haven't threatened Sam again, which Dean is so glad for, because he doesn't know what he would do if that happened again.
When Sam sees the toll the wings are taking on him, he has a brilliant idea of calling Cas back to the bunker. It's not like Dean doesn't think Cas can help them, he is sure he would know what's wrong with him, but he doesn't know how Cas will react when he will see the wings on him. Dean knows Cas misses his wings, he did calm him down those few nights that Cas slept in the bunker and broke down. He just doesn't want Cas to resent him or something.
,,I really don't think you should call Cas."
Sam looks at him from where he is sitting in the library, hunched over what Dean knows is angel lore.
,,Too late, I already called him and he is on his way here. Actually, he should be here any minute."
Even before Sam finished talking, the big front door of the bunker opens and Dean stiffens. He is in the war room, so that means Cas will see him first when he comes in.
Dean immediately tries to get away, but he is too late. The door is already open and Cas has a clear view of the war room with Dean in the middle of it. When Dean hears the quiet gasp, his wings sag and he turns around.
Cas is standing at the beginning of the staircase and he is looking down at him. His mouth is open in a small o and his eyebrows are high. His beautiful blue eyes are open wide and a small smile is painted on his face.
,,Hey, Cas. How was the hunt?"
Cas is still busy staring at him, so Dean moves his wings slightly and Cas' eyes immediately look at them.
,,Hello, Dean. I wasn't aware that you got wings. Sam wasn't really helpful in that part."
Dean nods and watches as Cas walks down the stairs, puts his duffel bag on one the chairs and approaches him. Dean immediately takes a step back, not wanting his wings to threaten Cas as they did Sam.
Cas stops when he sees Dean backing away from him. He has this sad look in his eyes that makes Dean want to apologize, to hug him... Just to erase that sad look.
,,Don't take this personally, Cas. I just don't want you to get hurt. These wings... They seem to have a mind of their own."
Cas tills his head to the side and narrows his eyes.
,,What do you mean?"
Dean sighs and yells at Sam.
,,Sam! Cas is here. Come here."
He hears the heavy footsteps that indicate that Sam is coming towards them.
Dean looks at Cas and stretches his wings slightly to the side.
,,They seem to not like Sam. I don't know why or what's happening, but everytime Sam is in the immediate distance, they do this."
With that being said, Sam walks in the war room and Dean can feel his wings stiffen again. He doesn't move a muscle when his wings spread to the fullest capability and bristle like a cat's fur. They also do the threatening display they did for the first time and Sam stills in his movement.
Dean looks at Cas and sees him smiling? What the hell?!
,,Cas? Why are you smiling? What's wrong? Why are they doing that?!"
Cas takes a step closer to him and Dean tries to fold his wings. He really doesn't want to hurt Cas, he would never forgive himself if that happens.
,,It's alright, Dean. It's completely normal that your wings do that. They are sentient, that's why you can't really control them at this stage, but you have nothing to worry about. You tell me... How come you got wings?"
Sam steps away from Dean when his wings still bristle, but they fold behind him once again when he is at safe distance. He sits on a nearby chair and looks at Cas when he sits down as well.
,,We were cataloging the dudgeon and Dean saw some feathers and before I could tell him not to touch them, he did. The feathers burst into flames and covered him. When the flames died down, Dean was alright, just with a pair of huge wings on his back."
Cas looks at Dean with kind of angry look on his face and Dean averts his eyes. He is surprised though, when his wings sag so much that the bottom feathers lay on the ground.
,,What the hell?"
Dean looks at them, then at Cas. He doesn't know what's happening and it scares him.
,,Cas? What's wrong with me?"
Cas stands up and takes a step closer to him, making the wings lift up slightly. The more closer Cas is to Dean, the more his wings lift up and spread. Dean doesn't move a muscle until Cas is so close to him that he can see every shade of blue in his eyes. His wings are spread to their fullest capability once again, but this time, they are fluffed up instead of being bristle.
Dean' eyes are wide when Cas stretches his hand towards his wings just like Sam did before, and touches them. Dean lets out a loud sigh full of bliss and relief. Cas is going through his feathers and Dean almost melts on the floor. He is unaware of what his wings are doing and startles slightly when he hears Sam gasp from behind him.
Dean opens his eyes; when the hell did he close them; and looks down. Cas is pressed chest to chest to him, his wings wrapped around them both tightly. Cas' eyes are wide with surprise, but he is also smiling so much that Dean is afraid he is going to tear his skin apart.
,,Cas? What happened?"
Cas smiles at him and surprises Dean by kissing him on his nose. Dean blushes crazy and he feels his wings fluff even more.
,,Do you know why I was allowed to touch your wings, but Sam wasn't?"
Dean shakes his head.
,,It's because only an angel' mate is allowed to touch their wings."