Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Part 7

"What's the matter with you?" Sam asks. Dean's been pacing around the living room for about fifteen minutes now, while Sam cooks in the kitchen. It might not have made such an impression, but Dean's been so relaxed lately since he became obsessed with his internet angel.

"Sarah's setting me up with some guy," Dean mutters. Surprise and relief mix in Sam's mind. He had been starting to worry that Dean had given up on dating all together.

"That's good right?"

Dean shrugs. "I guess, he's an angel." That fact was not a surprise. Sam shakes his head fondly. He might tease Dean about his wing fetish, although he doesn't get the angel obsession, angels are just like humans when it comes to dating. Their ideas about the world make no sense to Sam and its hard to imagine Dean having anything in common with one, but Sam's seen stranger pairings. If nothing else, maybe dating an angel will erase the mystery about it and Dean will get over his obsession.

"You like angels," Sam says encouragingly.

"I did. I mean, I do." Dean blurts, pacing again. "I haven't really been looking around. I mean, I think I might have been ruined on the whole angel thing."

Sam rolls his eyes. "If you're talking about that stupid Silver person, someone told me today that he was a frigid prude, so maybe you're not missing out."

The rush of emotions across Dean's face is comical. Indignation followed by anger that quickly melts into confusion and then suspicion. "Who told you that?"

"You remember that guy Chuck that used to hang around when I was still an undergraduate? Short, scruffy, kinda annoying guy?"

Irritation catches at Dean's eye's. "That guy? How the fuck does he know anything about it?" Now that Sam's telling Dean, he doesn't feel nearly as triumphant. In fact, he feels like an ass for talking about Dean's private matters, even with a friend. But if he hadn't been such a jerk that morning! Sam takes a deep breath to calm himself. He wouldn't be feeling so crappy if Dean weren't freaking out about the first potential date he's mentioned in weeks.

"That website is headquartered here in Lawrence." Dean's eyes widen and he freezes in place.

"Here?" He asks, almost a whisper.

"Apparently. Chuck works for them. Fluffing wings or something. He said that guy, Silver...well, his real name is Castiel, I guess. Anyway, he said he's really uptight, so you're not missing anything."

The indignation returns and Sam expects a full rant about the wonders of Silver Castiel, but what Dean says is totally different. "Are you telling me that annoying little shit has touched Silver's wings?"

Dear god. "His name is Castiel, Dean. And yes, Chuck has thoroughly fondled those wings," He says nastily, annoyed and worried over Dean's persistent crush. The dark scowl Dean throws his way doesn't make Sam feel any better. "It's his job."

The discontent on Dean's face abruptly falls away as a smile, Sam does not like or trust, grows on Dean's lips. "Are they hiring?"

"Oh god," Sam groans.

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The thing is, Dean's not sure what he should do. Knowing that Silver...no, Castiel and isn't that name just perfect for him? Weird and kinda old-fashioned. That's what Castiel is, not frigid. He's just...elegant. Yes, even though he disrobes online.

The knowledge that Castiel lives in the area crawls under Dean's skin and won't leave him alone. He's so close. The potential is so close; Dean could see him in the flesh, breathe in his scent, feel his body heat soaking into his skin, and touch those fucking gorgeous wings.