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Sticky Situation

Title: Sticky Situation
Author:ully86
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: small spoiler for season three
Warnings: Rimming. wing!kink, oil gland play, dirty talk, light spanking, Grace-groping, anal, first time, Bottom!Cas, Top!Dean
Word Count: 3,649
Summary: "Dean I require your help with something." Castiel says in way of greeting as he pops in to the motel room.
Notes: Unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. This is for the wonderful ignalfire for her birthday and also a fill for this prompt she posted at the eancaskink meme. Happy 25th birthday sugar I hope you like it!

"Dean I require your help with something." Castiel says in way of greeting as he pops in to the motel room.

"Jesus Cas!" Dean jumps grabbing his heart. "Seriously dude, get a freaking bell or something anything!" He was lying back on the bed watching TV, but jumped to a sitting position when Cas entered the room.

"I do not understand what I bell has to do with this." Castiel replies, turning his head to the side briefly. His gaze flicks over to Sam sitting in at the table cleaning his guns. "Sam I must ask you to leave, this is a private matter I must discus with Dean."

Sam blinks at the Angel and looks at him for a moment, but gets up from the table and goes to grab his jacket. "Yeah I'll just go and grab some dinner and window shop or something for a while."

Dean stands up and digs in to his pocket for the keys to the Impala, then tosses them across the room to Sam who catches them easily. "Bring me back some pie dude." Dean requests as Sam walks out the door. "So what's this favor Cas?"

Castiel looks down to the floor and squirms slightly, Dean raises an eyebrow at that because since when does Cas squirm? "Gabriel played a prank on me and I need your help fixing it."

"What kind of prank?" Dean asks warily because when it comes the Gabriel that could mean anything.

"I was cleaning my wings and he snuck up behind me and poured some kind of sugary liquid in them. It is difficult to clean them myself now, I require help and you are the only one I thought to ask." Castiel looks up at Dean with a very Sam looking puppy dog face.

"Yeah alright wing boy get over here and sit on the bed." Dean sighs taking a seat at the head of the bed and crossing making a vee with his legs for Cas to sit in.

Castiel removes the clothing on the upper half of his body and lays them over a chair before he sits back on his heels between Dean's thighs. "Thank you Dean, I would not ask this of you unless I did not had to."

"Why can't you clean it up with your mojo man?" Dean asks his eyes on the pale skin of Castiel's back.

"Maintaining wings must be done by hand; our Grace will not do a proper job and can result in accidents, though that happens rarely." Castiel answers, and then conjures his wings in their physical form.

Dean's breath hitches at their beauty even covered in what looks and smells like strawberry syrup Castiel's wings are breathtaking. They are stretched nearly the whole length of the room and glitter like diamonds. The coloring is a deep shade of raven black with dark purple at the tips. "Looks like he just got you near the base of your wings Cas."

"I cleaned what I could, but the bases of my wings are hard to reach at the best of times. All you have to do is comb it out with your fingers and straighten the rumpled feathers, the oil should remove the candy quickly."

Dean did not bother to tell Cas that it is syrup and not candy, he'd probably not understand anyway. Instead he began to comb his fingers through the sticky mess of feathers surprised at how easy it slid free. "Hey Cas, mojo me a towel from the bathroom will ya?"