Feathers (Destiel)

Colours

"Cas?" It had been a week since Castiel had shown Dean Winchester his wings, and told him of his love, and Castiel was happy. Dean loved his wings, loved the multitude of colours that other angels would find appalling.

Sam had been insanely jealous when Dean had told him of the angels wings, but had stopped asking after a few days. He seemed to understand how big of a deal this was.
"Yes, Dean?" He smirked at his boyfriend, who wined like a child from the driver's seat of the Impala. Sam was asleep in the passenger side, leaving Castiel in the back. He didn't mind.
They'd just finished a case; a nest of vampires in Phoenix, Arizona. Relatively simple. They were now headed to yet another motel. "Y'know, before you showed me your wings, you said how, different colours meant different things? What do yours mean?"

Cas smirked. I'll show you, when we get to the motel."

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Sam was asleep, barely making it to the closest of the two beds before collapsing. Castiel had, shortly after, shed his shirt again and exposed his wings. Dean would never get tired of seeing them.

"Different colours mean different things to different angels. For example, to one of my brothers, gold meant love. But to me, love is green."

Dean smirked, glancing at Castiel's eyes briefly. "Why green? Surely red, or pink, or something, is love."

"Maybe to you. But to me, love is the colour of the eyes I fell for."

This got the elder Winchester's attention, and his forest green eyes slid to meet sky blue ones. He smiled. "That's so cheesy, Cas. But, y'know, love ya too."

Castiel nodded, smirking slightly. "I know."

"What do the other colours mean?"

"The blue is sadness. I suppose when I heard your phrase, 'feeling blue,' I took it literally."

Dean smiled at the joke, marvelling at how much the angel had learned of human behaviour. But, he decided, there was too much blue on the wings, too much sadness. "Can the colours change? Like, if you feel something new, or forget a feeling, does it change, or fade?"

Castiel considered this for a moment. "Yes, colours can fade as emotions do, and change over time, I suppose. When Naomi brainwashed me, my wings were a grey tone. Why?"

Dean answered the question with his own, after a second. He didn't like thinking about what Naomi had done. "...What are the other colours?"

"...Red is joy, purple is...panic, I suppose, or anxiety, I haven't really placed it yet. Orange is confusion, or doubt. Black is something... Fundamentally human, that I couldn't describe. It was overwhelming at first, going from nothing to...well, whatever it was I felt when I pulled you from the pit. I suppose I really was lost the moment I found you." He murmured, deep in thought.

Dean sighed. "Cas, have I ever thanked you for draggin' my ass outta Hell? Properly thanked you?"

Cas shook his head as his wings folded behind him. "No, but I do not expect you to. It was my job..."

Dean didn't wait to hear what Cas said next. He stepped up to the angel, looping his arms around Castiel's waist, careful to avoid the sensitive feathers. He leaned in, capturing his boyfriend's lips in a slow and deep kiss. He could feel the air shift as the wings disappeared, but was too focussed on other things to properly care. His tongue traced Castiel's lower lip, asking for entrance. Cas granted it, and the kiss deepened still. Dean found his hands in the Angel's hair, while Cas was holding the hunter as tight as he comfortably could. Before they could get any further, however, a pillow shot by their heads, landing on the floor behind them.

"Guys, please, cool it with the PDA!" Sam's drowsy groan broke them from their kiss.

"Whatever, Sammy, it was private until you woke up." Dean grinned, not breaking Cas' stare.

"That's it, next time I'm getting a separate room."