Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Wing troubles -destiel

⚠️Smut⚠️

Cas is in his room, trying his hardest to groom his wings alone. He has trouble reaching the parts that are aching the most and he can't get all the feathers to point in the right direction, making him more and more frustrated.

As Cas tries to rub his wing against the headboard of his bed, he groans, messing up the feathers even worse.

"Hey Cas I gotta- whoa." Dean says, walking into the room and being completely mesmerized by the sight.

"Dean!" Cas says, surprised, dropping his wings back behind his shoulders, out of sight.

"Sorry, man. Just wanted my laptop..." Dean says, staring at Cas with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" Dean asks, confused. Why did Cas have his wings out anyways?

"No." Cas replies in a deep, exhausted voice.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks, walking over to the bed, realizing that Cas has abs and they're very very nice to look at.

"Can't groom my fucking wings." Cas mutters, looking over at Dean. Dean grabs Cas' shoulders and turns his torso a little, examining them.

"How do you do it?" Dean asks, looking at the mangled feathers and wincing. It has to hurt.

"Normally, I'd get Gabriel to help me or I'd find something to help straighten them, but I can't." Cas says, feeling more comfortable with Dean being in the room with his wings. He pushes them back out, Dean's knuckles scraping against the edge of the wings.

"Could I- would it hurt you for me to help?" Dean asks. He doesn't really know what he's doing, the thought of how gorgeous Cas' wings are, clouding his mind.

"Well.." Cas thinks. He's already accidentally touched them and nothing happened, but wings for an angel are like a major pleasure spot. They can be so pleasured by the touch of someone in the right way. "It shouldn't hurt me but wings are very sensitive..." Cas says, ignoring the desire for Dean to touch his wings that way.

"I'll be gentle. Only if you want my help, obviously." Dean says, staring at the gorgeous feathers in front of him.

"No, it's not like that.." Cas says, putting his hands over his face to try and hide the blushing that's so obvious.

"Then what?" Dean asks, reaching out to touch the black beauties in front of him. He can't help himself.

"They.. they're like a pleasure spot.." Cas stutters, feeling Dean's fingers make contact with his feathers softly.

Dean inhales nervously, and strokes one feather. It's so soft and mesmerizing.

"Dean!" Cas groans, trying to get Dean to stop before Cas can't control himself.

"What?" Dean asks, moving his hand down to the small fluff at the bottom of Cas' wings.

"Just... just try to straighten out the feathers quickly, please." Cas says, dreading what is to come. When Dean touched the fluff at the bottom, it was like a whole new feeling.

"You wanna lay down so I can reach better or sit up?" Dean asks, pulling his hands away from Cas' wings. Cas takes a deep breath and decides he should lay down, just in case...

"I'll lay." Cas says, using his grace to shut and lock the door. He lays on his stomach and Dean moves closer to him. "So my feathers are pretty messy right now, so just try to straighten them out as much as possible, but be careful." Cas says, putting his arms under his head.

"Okay." Dean says, seeing a lot of misplaced feathers. He starts to straighten them out gently and Cas seems okay, so he relaxes a bit. He continues down the left wing, barely touching the feathers as he straightens them. When he sees that all are straightened on one wing, he runs his fingers through it, loving the softness of them, but also making sure he didn't miss any.