Flight

Chapter 2

   After Castiel had mostly healed, he was fine with walking around the house and the small backyard in which he first crash-landed. His favorite place was underneath a large oak tree, where little flowers sprouted out of the green earth. Still Castiel didn't say a word.

   It had sort of become a norm, Dean talking and Castiel listening or communicating with body language. Dean never questioned why Castiel never talked.

   Castiel's wings had slowly healed until they were good as new. He still couldn't fly with them, though. They were only an accessory.

Surprisingly enough, Castiel never saw Dean fly either. Castiel assumed he could fly, because he was just so confident. There was no way someone that confident wouldn't be able to fly.

Castiel thought a lot, under the shade of his oak tree. He would just sit and think. Think about the Earth, think about his old home, think about his brothers and sisters, and mostly, think about Dean. There was no denying it, he was interesting. He could talk 24/7 and every day you would learn something new about him.

Dean had also shown an interest in Castiel. The mystery intrigued him, and he felt it was nice to talk to someone who didn't interrupt constantly.

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One night, at dinner, Dean leaned over across the table to Castiel. He was so close that Castiel could feel Dean's breath on his face, and Castiel didn't move. Dean looked into his eyes, a searching look, like he was trying to figure something out.

"Your eyes are very blue," he said, finally leaning back. Castiel let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. Dean smiled at him and busied himself with his dinner, ignoring the previous event for the rest of the night, while Castiel was still frozen.

   Suddenly, his wings flared out, without warning from any other part of his body. Castiel flushed wildly, folding his wings back, and quickly excused himself from the dinner table.

   Late that night, Dean came into Castiel's room. The sudden burst of light woke him up, but he lay still, not wanting to alert Dean.

   Castiel breathed slowly and quietly as Dean walked over to his bed and sat down. He ran his hands over one of Castiel's wings, sending shivers throughout his body. Dean then left, and Castiel was alone with his thoughts.

   Dean had wings. He knew what he was doing. Taken, Castiel had significantly more sensitive wings than most, as they weren't hardened by daily flying. But still. Wings were sensitive areas, and what Dean did was not a mistake. The question was, why did he do it?