Collection of Destiel

Snow Angels

Three months, twelve days, some odd hours and minutes. The calendar hanging over Cas' bed was forever keeping track of the time span since the moment Cas' wings disappeared. In Cas' mind it was an eternity pulled together by the dull car rides and everlasting walks and doors. The Winchester Brothers had told him that in time it would heal, that in time the empty weight on Cas' shoulders would dissipate. But it hadn't eased since the day Dean had found Cas broken and wingless on the side of the road.

Sometimes Dean would make a comment about Cas' wings, never being cruel but somehow it always ached Cas' heart. Cas compared the loss of his wings to the loss of a human's heart. When Sam would ask Cas what it was like, Cas would ask him what it was like to be soulless. The conversation would end and both were silent in thought. It was a question Cas could never answer with the right words.

It wasn't until the first snowfall that the weightlessness was gone.

'

"Cas!" Dean's voice echoed against the walls of a shitty motel room. "Come on!"

Blue dull eyes stared back at the fallen angel's disheveled face. His eyes fell to the snug scarf wrapped around his neck, the winter jacket Dean had bought for him, and then the mittens that Sam had happily lent him. It was going to be the first time Cas had experienced snow since he was an angelic being, and he was terrified of the cold bite that was unknown to him.

Reluctantly he left the bathroom to find a giddy Dean grinning with his hand on the doorknob. The two of them didn't exchange any words as they shuffled out the door into the white wonderland of fluffy rain. Dean shut the door behind them and placed his hand gingerly on Cas' lower back to lead him out toward a small park near the motel.

Cas stuffed his hands into his jacket and shivered against the unrelenting wind. The coldness wasn't unpleasant, if anything it reminded him that he was human... that he was blessed to be able to feel something as simple as cold.

"Dude, let's make snow angels." Dean smirked as he guided them into a clearing that was brushed over with snow. "Me and Sammy used to make them all the time."

"Snow angels?" Cas squinted his eyes and searched Dean for explanation.

Dean deadpanned with the traces of a smile as he jogged ahead and fell onto his back into the snow causing flakes to swirl up into the wind. Cas watched with wide curious eyes as Dean sprawled out and waved his arms against the snow, making what would look like an indent of wings into the once flawless snow.

Cas' breath hitched. His eyes were trained on the pop of Dean's brilliant eyes against the blinding white. The way the man who had been through hell, suddenly had wings. Before he could second guess himself Cas laid himself back where he had stood and followed Dean's lead. The cold bit at his face but it didn't register. All he could do was close his eyes as he scooped the snow and created the illusion of wings around him. As his arms tired he breathed deeply and fell slack. His chest rose and fell as he imagined the wings that were physically splayed around him.

"Beautiful." Dean's voice was close and almost breathless.

Cas opened his eyes to see Dean standing above him. The hunter's cheeks and nose were tinged pink from the cold but the smile on his face was warming. White mist puffed from Dean's mouth as he gazed into Cas' eyes.

"Dean... I have wings." Cas couldn't help the smile, the smile that was larger than anything he had exerted in years. A smile that sunk deep into his chest and thudded loudly in his ears. A smile that sparked the hope that maybe he had never lost his wings, they just changed their form.

Dean held out his hand down toward Cas who took it and allowed himself to be hauled up onto his feet. Firm arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back against a solid chest. Even though he couldn't see Dean's eyes, he knew that they were both staring down at the wings Cas had left behind him.

"Thank you." Cas whispered though he didn't know if Dean knew why he was thanking him.

"You're welcome, Cas." Warm lips pressed to his neck just below his ear. "Wings aren't everything, you know? When you had wings you never stayed with us... with me. You always flew just out of my grasp. But now you are here and that is all that matters. It's all that ever mattered."

Tears warmed his chilled cheeks as Cas collapsed against Dean's chest and turned his head to bury his face into the hunter's pulsing throat. Words were trapped in the back of his throat. Three words were carefully resting on his tongue. Instead he placed a soft kiss on Dean's pulse point and breathed in his scent.

Dean snorted and clutched Cas closer. "I love you, too."