Supernatural one shots

Destiel-Wings

"Dean?" Castiels voice rang out from somewhere Dean couldn't identify. Dean frowned, and looked around the bunker for any sign of his angel friend. "Cas?" He asked. "Where are you?" He called. "I...Need some assistance," He heard Cas' voice speak again. "Alright Angel boy, but if you told me where you were, that might be more helpful," Dean called, still looking around in confusion.

"I am in the... restroom," Cas spoke. At this Dean felt his face flush. What could Cas need? Dean slowly stood, and made his way to the bathroom stopping at the closed door, and knocking lightly. "Alright buddy what do ya need?" Dean questioned. He heard Cas fumbling around, and something clatter to the ground.

Dean flinched, and tried again. "Cas?" Castiel was struggling to reach an itch on his wing, and it was bothering him very much. He was currently shirtless, and attempting to reach behind him to scratch his wing. "Come in Dean," Cas called. Dean slowly pushed the door open, and his eyes widened.

"Uh...Cas?" He asked. Castiel stopped and turned to see Dean giving him an odd look. "I have an itch...On my wing," Castiel muttered awkwardly. Dean's eyes widened even more if that was possible. "I.." Dean paused, and cleared his throat. "How can I help?" He asked, his voice coming out more shaky than intended.

"I was wondering if you could itch it for me?" Cas asked him, with a slight tilt of his head. Dean could feel his face on fire. Apparently Cas noticed. "Dean? Are you feeling well? Your face is very red," He noted, stepping closer. Dean swallowed, and licked his suddenly dry lips. "I would h-help but I...can't see your wings," He murmured.

Cas frowned softly. "That is...Problematic," He noted, mostly to himself as he continued attempting to reach the itch. "Wait...I think I have an idea...Cas those Glasses Sam wore to see the hell hounds...Would those work to see your wings?" Dean asked, thinking back to the trials when he and Sam had made those glasses and soaked them through holy fire.

"If they were put in holy fire then-" Cas knocked something over and Dean winced as it shattered. "Yes," The angel managed to finish looking very frustrated. "Okay..I uh...I'll be right back," Dean hurried out of the bathroom and burst into Sam's room, scarring the poor moose shitless as he began rummaging through Sam's drawers.

"...Dean?" Sam spoke up from his position on his bed where he was reading a novel. "What the hell are you doing?" He stared at his older brother in utter confusion, his eyes following Dean's every move. In response to Sam's question, Dean murmured something about ugly glasses, and clueless angels.

"Ah-ha!" Dean exclaimed, finding them, and rushing back from where he came, leaving a very confused moose behind. "I got them," Dean spoke, returning to Cas and looking at the pair of black framed glasses in his hands. "Put them on...Hurry! This sensations is extremely bothersome!" Cas yelped, and Dean instantly complied.

He tossed the glasses on, and looked at his angel friend only for his jaw to drop. "Holy-" He didn't even finish. In front of him, sprouting from Cas' shoulder blades were two enormous and beautiful glossy black wings. They were long. The ends brushed the ground, and the tops were at least a foot above Cas' head. If the angel were to spread them, Dean guessed they'd be at least ten feet long each.

"Is it working?" Cas called in irritation, the itch only seeming to get worse with his futile attempts to scratch it. "Hm? What? Oh yea...Yea it's...Working. Damn Cas they're huge!" He breathed, stepping closer, and reaching out a hand then stopping. "Where does it itch?" He asked, peeking at the angel.

"Right between them," Cas huffed, his hands clawing at his back, but somehow not able to reach that small space right between the two gigantic wings. Dean cauiously reached a hand out, and as soon as his fingers made contact with the shimmery black feathers, he held back a groan. They were the softest things Dean had ever felt in his entire life. They felt like silk mixed with those warm fuzzy polyester blankets Dean loved to cuddle up to when it was cold, times a hundred. They were -no pun intended- heavenly.

"Jesus Cas they're so soft!" Dean spoke, giving a slight stroke. "Yes my wings are pleasurable to the touch, but Dean you need to scratch please!" The angel nearly begged, his whine resembling that of a three year old who desperately wants candy. "Oh! Right right," Dean mumbled, and got to work, his finger nails scratching in between the base of Cas' wings.

The relief Cas felt was instant. He let out a long, pro longed sigh of relief. "Oh my- Yes that...Oh Dean that feels most pleasant," He breathed, shoulders sagging. Dean chuckled at his friends reaction, and continued scratching around the area, Cas letting out hums of content as Dean worked. "Better?" The hunter asked, letting his arms fall when finished.

Cas nodded, his eyes closed and a happy smile resting on his lips. "Thank you very much Dean," He sighed, and as Dean stared at the angel, an overwhelming urge to kiss him suddenly took over. Dean shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts while Cas opened his eyes. "I appreciate it," He added, his smile widening slightly as he met the eyes of the hunter.

"Yea yea, of course," Dean mumbled, then the two were interrupted by a voice. "What the hell did I just listen to!?" Sam's voice called out. The angel and the hunter exchanged horrified looks. "Its not what you think!!" Dean yelled, his face on fire. Sam proceeded to fake gag. "Yea I'm sure. Just keep it down next time like...Damn,"

Cas and Dean stared at each other wide eyed. They knew nothing like what Sam was thinking would ever happen. Well they thought they knew. Up until two months later those same moans and groans caused Sam disturbance and he yelled, "Again?!"