Weak Wings (Destiel)

Lips of an Angel

Warning: Cursing

Sorry I haven't updated in like 3 months. o_o Been doing Marching Band. 

"Are you saying you're attracted to me, Cas?" Dean asked, moving to better view the angel's face.

He huffed, irritated, facing Dean. "I don't know. That would be the only explanation for your ability to see my wings, and that's why it surprised me when you actually could see them the first time." He looked at Dean with one of his intent stares. "I believe it has something to do with my inability to keep myself from kissing you. I'm not sure what causes it, but maybe it explains the wings."

Dean looked at the angel, unsure of what to say. "Cas you get that I'm not gay, right? You can't just keep kissing me, damn it!" Of course, he wasn't even sure if he was telling the truth. While Cas had been kissing him, he had had no problem with it whatsoever. The angel had been the best kisser he'd met, and he kissed a lot of really good kissers. 

Castiel looked at Dean seriously. "I'm sorry Dean, I can't help it. When it happens, I can't think enough to stop it. You need to help me figure out what's going on - what's causing this!" he looked distressed, his hair ruffled adorably, and his expression lost. "What's happening to me?"

Dean turned away from him, rubbing his face in his hands. Cas caught the sight of his bare back and bit his lip as Dean's muscles tensed and flexed. Surely he didn't find Dean attractive? He'd never really thought about anyone in that manner; he had never needed to. He looked back at Dean's face in time to not be caught staring. Dean approached him, nodding. 

"Cas," he said. "I'm going to test something real quick. Try not to shove your tongue down my throat, will you?"

With that, he slid Castiel's trenchcoat off, tossing it onto the floor. He undid his tie, sliding it off his shoulders slowly until it joined the trenchcoat. Next was the buttons of Cas's shirt, which also found a place on the ground. Dean looked down at the angel, who stood, half-naked, before him. He placed a hand on each side of his chest, sliding them around to the back. Starting from the bottom, he slid them up slowly. Their gazes found each other's, one confused and one observant. Dean's hands traveled up towards the sensitive spots on Cas's back, and the skin contact caused the angel to shiver. Then, Dean's hands hit their mark, rubbing against the little bulges in the angel's back. Immediately, the room was a flurry of feathers and heat -- again.

So much for telling him not to kiss me, Dean thought as he found himself kissing Castiel. He had been attacked by the lustful man who had pressed him to the wall. They slid down, Cas ending up in a very excited Dean's lap who couldnt help but groan as he pressed against the spot. Their naked torsos rubbed together, and they ended up closer than ever before. Castiel's tongue snaked into Dean's mouth, and his hands began to slide down his chest. Soon, they had hit his belt, which was quickly unlooped and thrown aside. Dean forgot to notice anything like that happening, as he was busy with kissing Castiel, lost to the world. Dean's hands had made their way to Castiel's sides, sliding down instinctively towards his backside. He hooked a finger between his boxers and jeans.

Castiel back up a bit, desperately trying to pull off Dean's pants while still kissing him. It was only when they were hanging on by a foot that Dean realized what was going on, and thought to break the contact. His mind told him he should, yet his body screamed for more.

"Cas!" he yelled, backing away from the hot and bothered angel. Dean panted, pulling his pants back on as quickly as he could. Castiel stood up, almost looking dissapointed. He was obviously confused. Once they had gotten dressed in utter silence, they talked.

"Uhm, Cas," Dean looked at the flustered angel and he turned pink under his gaze. "What did I say about kissing me?"

His savior looked at him oddly, and sighed. "Dean you already know I cannot help it," he said, "and you know, you were kissing back. You could have just pushed me away, but you didn't. Are you sure everything you believe about yourself is accurate?"

Dean was getting angry, and quick. He shoved Cas against the wall with his arm, looking him in the eye. "Are you asking me if I know for sure that I'm straight?" Castiel just observed him from the wall. "Of course I'm straight. I like girls. Cmon' Cas you know how that goes. I've slept with my fair share of women, and no men at all. How do you expect I end up having a thing for guys so suddenly? Huh?" He was in Castiel's face, his own red with anger.

"I'm definently not into guys Cas."

Dean found himself pulling Castiel's mouth to his almost immediately after he had said the phrase, and he was as surprised as Cas was.

Their mouths connected, and they shared a brief, deep kiss, then pulled apart.

"I-I'm not. . . into. . ." Dean trailed off, looking at Cas, his gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. It was hard not to hear his voice falter. What a lie.

Shit.