Flight

Chapter 3

   It was a rainy day. Castiel wasn't very fond of rainy days, seeing as he would rather sit in the shade of his tree than be stuck inside. However, sitting at the window and watching raindrops race down the glass was rather fun.

   Dean seemed restless today, which was strange. Castiel had usually seen him as unflappable, all calm and suave.

   It wasn't until about halfway through the day that Dean left the house, yelling "I'm going out, Cas!" Before slamming the door.

   So Castiel sat alone, watching the rodents dart between bushes, trying to escape the rain. The house was quiet without Dean, who seemed to talk constantly. Maybe it was to make up for Castiel's silence. Cas sighed and turned away from the window.

   Much later that day, Dean stumbled back into the house, soaked by the rain.  "Cas! 'M home!" Dean mumbled, before collapsing onto the couch. Castiel turned away from the window, looking at Dean in surprised.

   Suddenly, Dean lurched up from the couch and stumbled over to Cas. Castiel looked at Dean, completely stunned. What on Earth was he doing?

   Dean limped towards Cas, coming uncomfortably close. Castiel could smell alcohol on his breath.

   Dean stared intently into Castiel's. "Your eyes are... Blue," he slurred. "I like your eyes. I feel like I could look at them forever..."

   Dean leaned in further, their lips only inches apart. "Can I kiss you?" Cas' head barely twitched, but it was a nod. A yes.

   Castiel's breathing hitched, and Dean closed in, minimizing the space between them. Their lips connected, and Castiel let out the breath he was holding. In a flurry of feathers, Cas was against a wall, the other man's arms enveloping him.

   Dean's hands tangled in Castiel's hair, prompting Cas to move closer to Dean than he already was. Castiel pushed his body against Dean's fighting for dominance in a losing battle.

   Although the house was not empty, the only sound echoing throughout the house was the heavy breathing of the men and the soft drum of rain on the roof.

   Dean's fingers roamed down Castiel's back and latched onto the soft feathers of his wings. Cas shivered with delight, the sensitive wings quivering beside him. It was a very intimate thing to touch another angel's wings, excluding things like grooming and bathing. The touching of wings was a thing only shared by the most intimate of lovers. A one-night-stand would never touch the wings, no matter who they are.

   Castiel started to slide down the wall, but Dean put one strong arm around the small of his back, keeping the shorter man in place.

   And between the flurries of feathers, the heavy breathing, and the soft smattering of rain on the roof of the small house, Castiel uttered his first word since crash-landing on earth.

   "Dean!"

  

To @alicesongs, I'm sorry for not updating for so long. I had terrible writer's block. Hopefully this chapter makes up for the long wait!
-Katherine