Wrong number? //destiel//

Wings

Cas is silently thankful that Gabriel took his keys that morning, because no way in hell was he going to love from the soft, cosy hug from Gabriel's duvet to let his brother back into his own home. Although he was entirely surprised when Gabriel arrived home two hours early.

"Cas? I'm home." "Bedroom." He appears around the door a second later, with that shit eating grin he saves for when he knows something Cas doesn't. "How are you feeling?" "Like shit. You?" "I'm great Cas. I'm fabulous because I discovered great news today and I have seen true beauty." "I swear Gabe if your about to tell me you say yourself in the mirror again-" "No! Seriously Cas. I met the most beautiful man today, he's tall and has amazing hair, and his voice. Oh my god I could listen to it all day." He ignores the sarcastic laugh that his brother lets out at that. "And, he's standing in my living room. With his brother." "What?" "You'll love him Cas! Go pull on clothes and meet us in the living room. Go!" Gabriel was far too happy for Cas' liking.

Once he had put on sweats and one of Gabriel's jumpers, Cas wanders into the living room. "Alright. I'm up. Who am I meeting?" His question is answered by silence, which draws his attention to the three figures standing by the couch. Gabriel, a tall, hazel eyed man and him. The green eyed man Cas had been thinking about since that first drunk text. "Gabe?" "Cas. This is Sam," Sam. Tall, hazel eyed man. "And Dean." Of course it was. Only Dean would have those eyes, those lips, that perfect jaw line with a hint of stumble. "Cas." And that voice. Cas hated that voice. "Dean. What are you doing here?" "Well nice to finally meet you too." Cas blinks, glancing between all three men. "Can you all stop staring at me? I feel like I'm being interrogated." They disperse, the Winchesters sitting on one couch with the Novaks across from them on the other. "I'm here Cas, because last night you blurted about falling for me and then hung up." "What did you want me to do? Happily wait for your rejection?" "Who said I'd reject you? I never got a word out. One minute we're talking about the book signing and next your hanging up on me." "Well. I was joking anyway." He's momentarily confused by the flicker of hurt that flashes across Deans features, confused at the slap his brother lands on his shoulder, followed by the 'Castiel Novak your such an idiot' glare.

"Oh. Right. Yeah. Course you were." Deans voice has dropped, much like his gaze. Cas holds back the help when Gabriel stabs him in the side. Running a hand over his face Dean's sat back, eyes closed as he listens to the silence in the room. Cas swallows and looks down. "Sorry Dean. I was mad you hadn't told me we could have met and I blurted it out." "It's fine Castiel. We're meeting anyway. Albeit not the way I was hoping for." "Right. Yeah. Can we start over?" "Sure."

Dean's a little hesitant as he stands from the couch, stopping in front of Cas who's done the same. "Hi. I'm Dean. I'm not a therapist, I'm a partially famous author who's really sorry he didn't text you last night." He mumbles, holding out his hand which Cas eagerly accepts. "Nice to meet you Dean. Im Castiel, please refrain from any jokes as I've heard them all." "I can vouch for that!" Gabriel chimes, throwing a quick smile at Sam, delighted when the man blushes and looks away. "Anyway, I work at my brothers shop, practically all the work because he's lazy, just saying." "Hey!" "Gabriel shush. I'm trying to introduce myself here! Where was I? Yeah, and I'm an asshole because I was lying. I have fallen for you." There's a small moment of silence, where Deans eyes flicker over Cas' face as though searching for any trace of a lie, and Cas' flick over Deans, more just to memorise his features than anything else.

"Your telling the truth?" "Yes. I have fallen for you Dean. And I don't even know why I said I wasn't. I've been worrying all day that you wouldn't like me back and that I'd fucked everything up. But it's fine if you don't. I don't mind being friends." Cas drops his hand, moving to sit back down on the couch when he's stopped midway, back bent at an angle as Gabriel holds up a hand. "Gabe? What the-" "Cas. For once, shut up and listen to the pretty man. I'd say beautiful but the beautiful ones sitting there." He adds, eyes flickering to Sam who chokes and flushes. "Fuck. Your a smooth one." "You have no idea." "Oh gross! Gabe why the hell am I still standing."

"Cas." It was Deans turn now, stepping closer and tugging at his sweater. Cas was a fan of it, a large moon on the bottom corner with stars splashed across the torso of the sweater. "I'm not going to ask that of you, for us to be friends. That's not what I want." "Oh. Right. Uh, then what exactly?" He's not sure by the looks on their faces what's happening, considering all three of them have fucking brilliant poker faces, but there's a hint of a smile to Deans. "Well, I was hoping, if you want to that is, maybe, go out with me? On a date? Sometime?" "You mean, like a date date?" "Yeah." Cas purses his lips, staring directly into Deans wide green orbs as he ponders. "No." He finally breathes out.

"No?" "No. Not unless you answer one question." "Okay. Shoot." "Why's it called Wings?" "My book?" "Yeah." Deans biting his lip now, sighing as he looks down. "Because I want to fly. I've always wanted to be able to fly away from my problems, leave them all behind. But I've never met my wings. But in my book, in my book he meets his wings. He manages to fly, to escape it all. I know he dies, but he found his wings. For that short time, he was whole." "Dean?" "Yeah?" "I think you've met your wings."