._.-Cas-._.
I had been having a much harder trouble trying to keep my wings hidden from the human eye. It was like I was getting weaker. But it only happened when I was around Dean. I have never shown a human my wings. Thinking about it makes my vessels cheeks get warm for a reason I don't quite understand.
"Hey Cas, can you help me out at the bunker?" Dean had to pray right now. Great.
I flew to the bunker and looked around for dean. He wasn't in the library, or the kitchen, so I figured the only other logical place was his bedroom.
As I was making my way towards his room I noticed the beer bottles everywhere. And the whisky bottle, half empty. 'Oh Dean' I thought slowly inching towards his room. He was probably intoxicated.
I slowly entered being as cautious as possible "Dean?" I called for him entering the room, keeping the door slightly open. "Cas, I'mmm in here." I walked towards the slurred voice and slowly opened the bathroom door, like the same way as when I opened his bedroom door.
Dean was just standing there, looking at himself in the mirror. I walked in and closed the door slightly out of habit. The door a small creaking noise and Dean's eyes shot towards mine.
He grabbed the collar of my trenchcoat and pushed me against the door that closed from the force. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Hey angel, I've been thinking about you." I felt like I would get intoxicated just by smelling his breath. I didn't understand what was happening until I tried to speak.
"Dea-" I was cut off by Dean forcing his lips against mine. At this period of time I could taste every last bit of alcohol he had dranken, even though it was mostly molecules. He licked my lips. If I remembered correctly I was supposed to open my mouth, even thought that is a weird process. When I did Dean almost put his tounge down my throat, I was insanely confused. He grabbed my under area, shocking me. I had never felt that way before.
Next thing I knew I heard a flutter and felt my wings unravel. Dean pulled away, his eyes wide. "Woahhh, Casss! You h-have big wingss!" He looked like he was about to fall over. I tried looking behind me and saw one of my feathers just out of my vision.
My cheeks got really warm, Dean was looking at my wings. "P-please d-dont look at t-them, Dean. A h-human has never l-looked at my wings before." I don't understand why I has having trouble talking. I didn't feel comfortable with Dean looking at my wings. It was like if he had saw another angels vessel without clothing.
"Aww, yaa know you're a cute little angellll when you blush." He got closer again. I felt extremely uncomfortable and I couldn't put my wings away. No matter how hard I tried.
Dean placed a hand on one of my feathers and started playing with it. I let out a moan that I had no control over making. "Does that feel good angel?" I couldn't lie to Dean, it did feel good. "No one has ever touched my wings like that before." I said and I heard Dean laugh.
He started kissing me again, but this time he was playing with my wings. He grabbed handfuls of my feathers and I moaned in response. He placed one of my feathers in between his fingers and started rubbing it. It was an amazing feeling I didn't know what to do. Then I smelled the alcohol once again.
I snapped back into reality. I put both of my hands on his chest and pushed him away "Dean, you're intoxicated." I stated. He looked at me, confused. "So what angel? That doesn't change my feelings for you." I remembered how Dean got when he was intoxicated. It didn't matter who was around him, he would try to "get in their pants" as Sam would say. I was just another one of those people. My heart ached like it has never before. I loved Dean. But I didn't want him to think I took advantage of him.
