Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 2

Castiel feels his wings tremble faintly as Dean backs him into the corner, the smell of old paper fading under the onslaught of Dean's own unique spicy scent. Dean holds Castiel against the shelf with his body and buries his hands in Castiel's thick soft feathers. His body warms under Dean's touch. It's strange that neither are speaking. Neither acknowledging that they're in the library where anyone could see Castiel rub himself on Dean's thigh and offer his neck to Dean's lips.

Strange, but wonderful.

He never thought he'd get to this place, wrapped tight in Dean's arms. How Castiel ever got up the courage to speak to Dean, he didn't know. Can't even remember. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is how wonderful it feels to press his erection against Dean's hard thigh, his release so close Castiel aches with it. Harder and faster his hips buck as Dean sucks bruising kisses along his jaw and squeezes the sensitive flesh where his wings join his body.

Then Castiel is cuming with a startled yelp, and waking up alone in his human bed. He winces and carefully lifts himself off the bed. Obviously it was a dream. Stalking a man by hiding in in the stacks of the library where he works hardly constitutes a relationship. The only reason Castiel knows his name is because he heard another staff member say it once. Deans gruff 'Yeah?' in response has been the first word Castiel had ever heard him say, and even now the memory of that deep voice makes Castiel's spine tingle.

He's got it pretty bad. But Dean is unattainable; humans so rarely want angels as anything other than a novelty. Though Castiel thinks he'd probably go home with Dean anyway, he knows he'd regret it when he inevitably develops feelings for the human.

"Damn," he mutters as he stalks into the bathroom to get ready. There's nothing he can do about the situation. He's got far more important things to do than mope over unrequited affections; after class, Castiel has an entire afternoon and evening of job hunting for him. Joy.

"You look like you slept really shitty last night," Gabriel comments when Castiel appears in the kitchen.

"I didn't exactly have much reason for restful sleep," he snaps back.

Gabriel hands him a bowl of oatmeal, saying, "Yeah, me either. Actually, I've been thinking." Castiel doesn't like the tone of Gabriel's voice.

"What?" Castiel doesn't bother hiding his skepticism.

"Rent's due in two weeks. With what money you have left and what I have, we just don't have enough to cover it," he says, not quite meeting Castiel's gaze. Nervous tension grows in the pit of Castiel's stomach. "Which is to say nothing of paying the utilities. Castiel, I...I just don't see how we're going to find the money in time." He sounds generally defeated.

"But..." Castiel can't quite think. There's no way Gabriel is saying what he is. Gabriel's always taken care of things. When their parents kicked them out of the house, Gabriel somehow managed to get them a place to stay. How could there be no way to fix this?

"I hate to say it, you know I do, but I think we might have to go back."

"No," Castiel hisses. "I won't go crawling back to Mother and Father now. Not when I'm nearly finished with my degree. I can't, I'd rather live on the streets."

"Well, that might be our only choice!" Gabriel snaps, his hazel eyes now angry and firmly fixed on Castiel's face. "You think I want this anymore than you? I'd do anything to say here."

"So would I," Castiel declares with utter conviction. Honestly, at this point, he can't think of anything he'd rather do less than return to the home that made him so unhappy.

"Yeah?" Gabriel narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "Anything at all?"

"Absolutely." When he thinks about it later, Castiel really shouldn't have been surprised by Gabriel's evil grin.