Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 1

Gabriel knows the moment his brother walks through the door that something is very wrong.

"What happened? Who do I have to kill?"

He's only partly kidding. Castiel is more than strong enough to take care of himself, but there's plenty about him that attracts the weirdos and losers. Those that can be deterred with physical strength, Castiel could handle, but the ones who need to be told off verbally are sent to Gabriel.

"What? No, no one. It's nothing like that," Castiel says, obviously distracted. He drags his shoulder bag over his head and sets it down beside the door. "They're down-sizing at work. I've been let go."

Oh, that's not good. That's very not good. They're barely scraping by with both their paychecks. Take one away and they're in serious trouble. "You fucking work your ass off for that piece of shit store. Why'd they let you go?"

Castiel falls onto the couch with a frustrated sigh that tells Gabriel there's nothing to be done, more plainly than any words could. Already his mind is racing, getting help from home is out of the question. Their parents had cut both sons out of their lives the moment they realized Castiel and Gabriel were determined to live amongst the humans. Castiel will have to start looking for a new job, of course, but the chances of him finding one before the rent check is due are pretty low in this shitty economic situation.

"Someone had to go," Castiel says forlornly. "Gabriel, what are we going to do? I already filled out several applications this afternoon after it happened, but..."

"Yeah. Okay, let's not freak out yet," Gabriel says with calm authority. Inside, he's a squirming mass of worry, but as the older brother, it's his job to keep Castiel from panicking. "Do some online applications tonight and I'll see if Carl has anything for you at the call center. Just don't worry. I'll think of something."

Castiel's expression is a mix of relief and skepticism. His natural inclination is to trust Gabriel to make everything okay. It wouldn't be the first time. But he knows the economic climate as well as anyone. If they do get out of this mess, it's going to be through sheer luck. And perhaps a bit of Gabriel's own brand of brilliance.

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The idea comes to him at three in the morning. He's having trouble finding a comfortable spot in the short human bed he'd been forced to purchase when it hits him.

Wings.

There are tons of freaks on the internet who pay good money to see a hot naked angel flash his or her wings around. With only about fifteen percent of the Earth population angelic, a kind of obsession with angel wings has flourished. Some people take it a step further to a sexual fetish that Gabriel's used to his advantage many times. But why give it away for free when they could charge money?

Gabriel is self-aware enough to know he wouldn't get a good payout. Not because he's ugly, but rather because his wings are average fluffy white things that end at his mid-thigh. Attractive, but not exactly porn worthy.

Castiel on the other hand? The kid somehow ended up with massive sprawling silver wings that drag on the ground behind him. Between their size and unusual color, not to mention his ethereal good looks, they could make a fortune off him. Gabriel doesn't know why he never thought of it before.

Actually, that's not true, he thinks as he punches his pillow and turns over.

In his life, Gabriel's never met a more prudish angel. Oh sure, Castiel has a healthy curiosity and interest in sexual encounters. He just won't commit to going through with any. Half the guys Castiel likes are freaked out by the wings and the other half are way too passionate about them. Gabriel's not entirely sure Castiel is a virgin, but he'd be willing to bet their dwindling funds that he is. Convincing Castiel to strip out of that big tan overcoat and pose his wings for the camera won't be easy. Especially not when Gabriel explains his viewers are going to want him to do more than just stand there.

But rent's due in two weeks and if they can't pay, they'll be out on the streets and with no one to help them. In this case, their very survival might depend on Castiel jerking off on camera.

Gabriel stares at the ceiling. He has a gift for talking people into things. It's why he's so good at selling magazine subscriptions over the phone. He'll just have to approach Castiel the same way he does his customers. With determination and a refusal to accept 'no' as an answer.

With that shaky plan in place, Gabriel is finally able to drift off to sleep.

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