How It Should've Happened

Wings

Dean sat in the car and wondered why Cas wanted to come with him. He wondered why Cas wanted to be around him at all. Abruptly, he asked a question he'd been thinking about for a while. "Hey Cas, question for ya." Cas turned from looking out the window. 

"Yes Dean?" Dean sucked in a breath. 

"Why did you rebel? Don't get me wrong I would've in a heartbeat but we're not exactly the same person. So what made you do it?" Castiel looked thoughtfully out the windshield for a moment. 

"Because of emotions." he said simply. 

"Okay, care to elaborate?" Dean prodded indelicately. 

"They're rather difficult to process, but I like feeling things. The other angels thought feelings were for humans, the sad creatures who had yet to see heaven, who had to live out their days on Earth. But I liked Earth. I liked the way it looked and smelled and sounded. Humans too. They were God's creation and even though he left I still love God. He made me the way I am for a reason I know it." He smiled lightly at the thought of his father. Dean chuckled. "What's so amusing?" Castiel asked, serious as ever. 

"Nothing it's just, you sound like me when I talk about my dad." Castiel realized Dean's laughter had been mirthless.

"Do you know what's good about learning feelings?" Castiel asked flatly. 

"What?" Dean asked. 

"You." Cas replied. Dean blinked and looked over at him but immediately realized he wasn't finished talking. "Your emotions are very plain on your face. It helps, like someone drew me a walking diagram for feelings." Castiel said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"I'm not very good with my emotions Cas, I don't think you should use me as an example." Dean said honestly. Cas turned in his seat to look at him at this point. 

"At the beginning of this conversation you said we weren't alike. Then you said when I talked about my dad I sounded like you. Now you're saying I shouldn't use you as an example. Which is it Dean, are we alike or not?" he questioned, feeling confusion spread across his face. Dean pulled into the parking lot of the diner and parked the car. He sighed before looking back at him. 

"In some ways that we can't help, we are similar but in others..." he ran a hand through his hair and paused, "You don't want to be like me Cas. I'm not exactly a role model." Cas tilted his head at that. 

"That's not true," he replied. Dean just looked at him for a moment before he felt heat rise through his face and glanced away. 

"I'm starving, let's go." he said, jumping out of the car as fast as he could. For a split second Castiel didn't move. Dean was blushing. He never did that and Castiel should know considering the time he spent studying the emotions on Dean's face. He got out of the car and began walking with Dean into the diner, making a mental note about Dean's blushing face.

Dean was wolfing down his burger. Soon he was finished and waving the waitress over. "Hey sweetheart, we're going to need some takeout..." Dean kept talking and the waitress hung on his every word. "Thanks." Dean gave the waitress a wink before she walked off, looking pleased with herself. Castiel shifted in the booth. 

"Dean." he said, getting his attention. 

"Yeah?" he said, glancing at him. Castiel paused looking at Dean's face. He'd never noticed how many freckles he had. They were fascinating, he leaned forward and squinted ever so slightly to get a better look, completely forgetting what he was going to say. 

"Cas." Dean waved a hand in front of his face. He blinked. 

"Hello Dean." he said, feeling momentarily confused. 

"Yeah hi Cas, what are you doing?" Dean asked, trying his hardest not to smile at the dumbfounded look on the angel's face. 

"I was just going to tell you that I'll be outside stretching my wings." He went to fly away that very second, but Dean grabbed his wrist before he could. 

"Dude, just give me a minute the rest of the food will be here any second and I want to make sure you're okay." Castiel tilted his head. 

"I can fly by myself Dean." Dean narrowed his eyes at this. 

"Tough, the devil's roaming the Earth and nobody is going anywhere without a chaperone, not even you." Castiel felt irritated and then he remembered what Sam did when he was annoyed. He rolled his eyes and said, 

"You can let go of me now Dean, I'll wait around if you're making me." Dean pulled his hand back, forgetting it had been there and cleared his throat uncomfortably. At that moment the waitress dropped the bag full of food on their table and told Dean that her number was on the receipt. Dean blinked in confusion, forgetting he was supposed to smile and say something sly and the waitress dropped her own smile and walked off. Dean barely seemed to notice as he headed for the door, 

"C'mon you've got wings to stretch and I've got an idea."

Fifteen minutes later they were parked in front of an empty field. "Do your thing." Dean gestured to the wide open space. The sun was setting and Castiel was staring at it. He liked admiring pretty things. "Cas you okay?" Dean put a hand on the angel's shoulder. 

"Yes of course." Cas shrugged out of the touch. 

"Really cause you had the same look back at the diner, are you spacing out involuntarily or something?" Castiel shifted his gaze to Dean after a second. 

"I just like looking at beautiful things," he said truthfully, "like these." He pointed at the many freckles dotting Dean's nose. 

"What, my freckles?" he laughed nervously, "They're just freckles Cas, nothing special." Castiel shrugged. 

"Well, I like them." At that he took off into the air, not waiting for a response. Dean blushed furiously searching the sky for Cas, only to see a faint blur occasionally. He sighed, wondering for a moment what Cas's wings looked like. He touched his face for a moment, thinking about how Cas had looked at him in the diner. He heard Sam's voice in his head, 

"What's the deal with you and Cas?" Then his own voice, "There's nothing up with Cas." Just then, Castiel touched down in front of him, moving to get in the car again. 

"Cas, can I see your wings?" he blurted out suddenly. He thought for a moment before nodding. 

"I suppose. Though I won't be able to hide them from you again so they'll be ever present after this." Dean nodded, gesturing for him to go ahead. Castiel closed his eyes and muttered a few words in Enochian. He opened them to Dean's surprised face. His lips fell open slightly, his eyes wide. Then he smiled and let out a whistle that Castiel had seen him use when talking about attractive women.

"Damn they're pretty." Castiel felt embarrassed and his face felt warm. His wings were black and huge and the feathers had a shimmering quality to them. "Is it normal to have a few feathers sticking out here and there?" Dean asked with a chuckle. Cas looked to see that his short flight had quite literally ruffled his feathers. He pulled his wings in a bit and reached for one of them to smooth it back into place but he was having a tough time reaching it. "Need help?" Dean strode closer and put a hand out to smooth the feathers back in place but Cas grabbed his wrist. 

"You don't want to do that. Trust me." He pulled his wings all the way against his back and moved out of Dean's reach, walking over to the car and getting in. Dean shook his head and decided it was getting late and they needed to get back to Bobby's anyway. 

I love this bit, always wished the show would've done more with wings. :)