Feathers And Spandex

Kissed By An Angel

"I'm not wearing the hat."

"It's crucial no one recognizes you. You are with me, I don't need you in danger in as well."

"It's stupid!"

"You're stupid!"

"Ouch."

Cas sighed. Dean looked at the baseball cap in his hand. It read 'I wuv hugs' across the top. He huffed and pulled it on. Seeing Cas smile was worth it, he decided.

They walked down the sidewalk en route to their apartment. "What's so important you need to grab anyway?" He asked. Cas' blue eyes stared straight ahead, almost hidden by the hood covering his face. "Trust me, you don't want Crowley in possession of it."

They walked in silence until they reached their building. Taking the elevator up, they arrived on the roof. Cas walked to the AC unit and opened it to reveal his costume. Dean sucked in a breath behind him.

He stuffed the black suit into a bag he had brought from Sam's apartment. He turned to Dean, who was staring at him. "What?"

"You really are Dark Angel."

"Yes, we've already confirmed that, can we go now?" Dean looked at him and nodded slowly, "Yeah, yeah we can go." He turned to walk back to the door, but Cas suddenly stopped. "What now?"

"I need clothes."

"You can borrow mine now let's go." He wildly gestured at the door.

"Okay."

—C

Cas' brain was still caught on the fact he would be wearing Dean's clothes as they walked all the way back to Sam's apartment.

I'm going to be wearing Dean's clothes. Clothes that smelled like Dean. He must have looked troubled because Dean leaned over to look at his face. "You okay man?" All of the thoughts from the past few days surfaced again in his head.

I'm not human.

There aren't just people in this world.

What the hell is happening?

"No." Cas stopped walking. "No, I'm not okay. My life is falling apart and I have no idea what I'm doing." He looked at Dean with tears in his eyes. "What's going to happen, Dean?"

Dean pulled him into a tight hug. "You'll be alright. I promise. Nothing's gonna happen to you." His grip loosened and Cas slid out of his embrace, but he kept a hand on his arm, eventually sliding down to catch Cas' hand with his own. Dean smiled at him. "C'mon, we'd better get going." Cas nodded.

They unlocked the door to Sam's apartment with Dean's spare key and walked into the entryway.

Cas pulled the hoodie over his head and tossed it at Dean. "You have no idea how hot that thing was." He shook his finger as he spoke. Dean just rolled his eyes and took off the 'I wuv hugs' hat.

Cas took the bag into the living room and set it down on the coffee table. He heard Dean walk into the room as he zipped it open.

His hands dug through the black fabric until he felt glass, and he pulled out the glowing vial. He sighed in relief. "What's that?" Dean asked from the armchair.

"Mine, apparently."

"What?"

Cas sighed. "Do you believe in angels?" He blinked at him in surprise. "I think," Dean started "I think if God existed, I wouldn't have lived the life I've lived." Now it was Cas' turn to look surprised. Dean sighed.

"When Sammy was just a baby, my mom was burned alive, in her own home. She used to tell me Angels watched over us, but no angel, or god for that matter, would let that happen in front of just a four year old kid."

When he looked back at Cas, tears welled in his eyes. "She didn't deserve that, no one deserves that." Cas walked to him and set a hand on his knee. There were no words he could think of to console Dean. He brought his other hand up to touch Dean's face, his blue eyes searching green.

"I'm so sorry." He spoke with sincerity. Dean huffed, looking back down. "There's no point in being sorry over something you can't change." Cas brought the hand resting on Dean's knee to his chin. Making the other man look up.

"But there is point in making it right." He smiled sadly at Dean. He smiled back. Their faces had grown closer as some point, they both leaned in, lips meeting halfway.

Sparks flew throughout Cas' body. It felt like he was freezing and on fire at the same time, but in a good way.

Dean's lips were warm and tasted of cherry pie. His hands slid up into his short, sandy blond hair, deepening the kiss.

Dean's had rose to hold the back of Cas' head, fingers tangling into the dark brown locks. He wished he could stay like this forever.

They broke apart for air, panting and resting their foreheads together. They smiled at each other, and exchanged a few small pecks before they pulled away.

Cas laughed.

"What?"

"I never thought... You felt that way."

"Right back at you." Cas pressed his lips to Dean's again, then he looked down to his hands resting in his lap. "I guess now you can say you were kissed by an angel."

His blue eyes looked to widened green ones. Dean put a hand on his arm. "You're not..." Cas nodded. Dean blew out a breath. "I probably should have seen that coming."

"Yeah, probably." Dean looked at him. "Show them to me." Cas nodded again, looking back down. He stood up from his position on the floor and pulled off his shirt.

He looked back up at Dean before his eyes started to glow.

Green eyes widened in awe as they looked to the cascade of black feathers spilling onto the floor, sprouting from Cas' back. Dean stood from his chair, raising his hand towards Cas' right wing before looking to him for permission. Cas nodded in confirmation.

As calloused fingers brushed through the silky black feathers, a jolt of pleasure shot through Cas. His wing shivered and Dean pulled his hand away as if he had been burned.

"Did I hurt you?" He shook his head. "No, it was... nice." Dean reached his hands back toward Cas' wings. He stroked the bone curving at the top of the wing, and Cas shuddered and purred with delight.

"Dude, did you just purr?" He blushed. "It feels really good." Dean chuckled and raised a hand to cup his cheek. He leaned in and sealed his lips to Cas'.

The kiss quickly grew heated and Dean's hand tightened in the feathers. Cas moaned and pushed him back onto the chair, crawling into his lap. "Who knew wings could be a turn-on." They both laughed and resumed their make out session.

After about ten minutes of kissing Cas looked up at Dean. "What time does Sam usually get home?" Dean twisted his body to look at the clock on the wall. It read nine o'clock.

"Six..."

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