Supernatural One-Shots

Wings - Sam

He gently stroked the soft white feathers on my left wing. I was laying on my stomach in a field of grass, letting the sun warm my back through my v-neck t-shirt. He was laying beside me, on his back, staring in awe at my wing. I’d told him maybe an hour previous that I was an angel.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Sam, I’m an angel.”

At first he was confused and conflicted, but never angry.

“Crap.”

“Sam-”

“Dean’s gonna kill me!” He turned away and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Sam! It’s okay. Everything will be fine,” I soothed.

He had told me he didn’t care that I was an angel; he still loved me.

He turned to face me. His hands fell to his sides and his expression softened.

“I still love you. You being an angel doesn’t change that,” he said.

I wrapped my arms around his torso (I doubt I could reach his neck, he’s so tall) and hugged him real tightly. He set his chin lightly on top of my head and held me in his arms. My cheek rested against his chest and I listened to his heartbeat for a few moments. After a bit he spoke, merely a whisper.

“Can- Can I-” he paused, “Can I see them?”

I leaned back so I could look him in the eyes. I smiled and nodded, taking a few steps away from him. I focused on my wings and felt them shimmer slightly as I made them visible to his eyes.

I showed him my wings and he was instantly fascinated. I don’t think he has ever had the chance to study angel wings before.

“Woa,” I heard the air quietly escape his lungs.

We sat cross-legged on the grass, facing each other. He stared at my great big, majestic wings, unsure of what to do. I took his hand in mine and guided it to the soft feathers, rustling slightly in the summer breeze. He let his fingers run over the graceful appendage slowly, carefully. Eventually I laid down on my stomach, feeling soothed by Sam running his hands over my wing. Similar to the feeling when someone plays with my hair. It made me sleepy. He laid down beside me, a new light in his eyes as he studied my wing.

I watched him for a while before he looked at me.

I smiled.

He smiled.

He leaned in and pecked me on the lips.

Perfect.