Using holy fire on glasses has become a really handy trick. Hellhounds are a piece of cake now. Dean and Sam had just finished a successful—a very successful, Dean might add—hellhound hunt. Sam is packing up the blades in the Impala, and Dean had just finished texting Cas where they were. Cas needed to talk to them about something.
Dean places his phone in his pocket and turns around, and his breath catches in his throat. Cas is walking towards him quickly, concern written on his face. It's then that Dean realizes he's still covered in hellhound blood. A little bit of his own blood, too. But Dean isn't caught off-guard because Cas is here. No. It's the dark wings surrounding Cas' frame. The angel's wings are nearly black, glinting purple and blue in the setting sun. Near his shoulder blades, the shorter feathers are white. They sort of create a small halo near the top of each wing.
But Cas' wings. Are. Massive. They span over the sidewalk. Dean doesn't even think they could fit into Baby.
The closer Cas gets, the more Dean sees. The light filters through the feathers, and Dean can see where each feather overlaps the other when the light shines through them.
"Dean!" Cas calls. "Are you alright?"
Cas stops, and his wings bend to circle his body. It's so fluid. Like, Dean always knew Cas' wings were a part of him, but the way they move as if it takes no effort at all for him to change their position is nothing like anything Dean has ever seen.
"Dean!"
It's only then Dean realizes Cas has been speaking to him. Dean forces his eyes to meet Cas'. "Huh?"
"Are you okay?" Cas asks.
And Cas takes the smallest step forward, but his wings stretch out to circle both him and Dean. His wings are so close to Dean, Dean would just have to move a few inches to touch them. Dean stares at the wing closest to his left arm. Dean can see the little lines on each feather. The largest ones are longer than his arms.
"Dean." Cas puts a hand on Dean's shoulder, and Dean meet his gaze again. "What's wrong?"
"You have wings," Dean comments stupidly.
Cas frowns. "Yes, I am aware."
"They're huge."
Cas tilts his head and pulls his hand away. "You can see them?"
Dean taps his glasses. "Purified these with holy fire to see hellhounds. Guess it works for angel wings, too."
The wings fold against Cas' back so fast that Dean feels the breeze they cause.
"Oh," Cas says quietly as a dark blush paints his cheeks.
Why is he embarrassed? His wings are beautiful! "Cas, they're awesome!"
"My wings?" He's standing stiffly now.
Dean rolls my eyes. "What else would I be talking about?"
"Oh," he says again and nods. He relaxes his wings a bit, so they're not snug against his back anymore.
"Can I touch them?" Dean asks. He doesn't know why he does. But who doesn't want to touch angel wings? Especially when they look so cool.
"Uh, yes." Cas steps tentatively forward and extends his wings towards Dean.
Dean slowly reaches his right hand out and grazes his fingertips against the closest feather. Holy shit, it's soft. This might be the softest thing Dean has ever touched. Sam's hair doesn't even compare. Dean touches the wing again a little firmer now. Cas leans into his touch, and Dean's not sure Cas even knows he's doing it.
Dean reaches further up, and the shorter feathers are even softer. Dean's suddenly at Cas' shoulder and can't reach the smaller feathers anymore without moving behind him. Dean hadn't realized he'd been moving up closer to the angel.
Dean looks to Cas to apologize, but Cas is staring at Dean with wide eyes. His breath is shallow and coming out through slightly parted lips. They make eye contact, and Cas blushes again, taking a step back.
Cas looks at his feet. "I apologize. That was..." He glances up at Dean. "No one has ever touched them before."
Cas must be joking since he's literally thousands of years old. Some other angel had to have touched his wings before. Dean scoffs. "You don't have to make me feel special."
"I'm telling the truth, Dean," Cas says seriously.
They make eye contact again. That explains the strange expression Dean caught Cas making. But... "Wait. You let me touch them? As the first person ever to touch them?"
"Of course. Who else would it be?" Cas says like Dean is the most obvious choice in the universe for him to pick.
Dean's not sure how to respond to that. Cas really should've chosen someone better. Dean says, "I don't know. An angel maybe? Sam?"
A momentary smile flashes across Cas' face. "No. I'm glad it was you."
Now Dean's blushing, and he can't help but say, "Yeah, me too."
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A/N: Not quite sure how Dean touched Cas' wings, but he can.
