Feathers (Destiel)

Glass (part 1)

Angels. More Angels. Dean wasn't even sure why they were doing this, but they were angry. They were almost stalking the brothers. Hunting them. So far, the Winchesters had managed to evade them, but it was getting more difficult. They'd gotten smarter; the angels knew that Sam and Dean couldn't tell who they were without Castiel. The vessels made it impossible. And Cas hadn't been around in weeks.

Dean wasn't worried though, not yet. Castiel had the habit of disappearing for weeks on end with less than a "see you later, love you."

"Love you." Two words Dean would never tire of, despite how much he put up a fuss whenever Cas said it in front of others. When they were alone, it was different. When they were alone, Dean let Cas say whatever he wanted. The angel could, seemingly, gush for days over his human, and Dean could do the same. Not that he would. He was never good with showing feelings. Thankfully, Cas seemed to understand.

Dean pulled himself out of his thoughts, focussing on the dimly lit, never-endingly flat asphalt in front of the Impala, and Sam's silent snoring in the seat next to him. Now was no time for the wandering thoughts of his absent boyfriend. However, maybe there was something that could help.

Dean sighed, glancing at his brother to ensure the younger Winchester was, in fact, asleep. "Cas, I miss you. I love you. Me an' Sam, we need your help. The angels, they...we can't hold 'em off much more, Cas. Please. I need you."

That was the first prayer Dean had made to his boyfriend since the first time he'd seen Cas' wings. It was the first one he'd needed to make. But now the threat of the angels was too much. They didn't know anymore who was human and who was a member of the God Squad that insisted on hunting them down.

A few seconds of nothing, and before Dean could even begin to lose hope, the familiar and ever-so-welcome rustling if feathers erupted from the seat behind him. In the rear-view mirror, blue met green.

"Hello, Dean. I missed you, too." Castiel leant forward in the seat, resting his hands on Dean's shoulders and planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, Cas. Have, uh, have you heard what's going on? D'you know why the angels have gone all 'Fatal Attraction'?"

After a second, Castiel spoke. "...No. No, I know of no reason as to why the angels are trying to find you and Sam again."

It sounded like a lie. And Dean hated that. So, he did what anyone would do when faced with a lying boyfriend, angel or not. He pulled over. The road slowly swerved to the side as the car pulled up on the dirt. Dean tugged on the hand break and swivelled to face the angel.

"You're lying. Cas, why are you lying to me? What's goin' on?"

Castiel challenged the humans look with his own, but relented. "They...they're angry. I broke the rules again, and now they have no way of getting me back. No way of ridding me of my free will again. So, they want to kill me. Or the next best thing."

"What did you do?" Dean asked.

"I showed my wings. I told you, angels are not usually permitted to display their wings to humans. I divulged secrets to you that have never been heard by humankind. And it strengthened the bond we have."

"Right, right, that 'profound bond' shit, yeah? Well, OK, so, angels are after you again. Why are me an' Sam bein'  dragged into it?"

"Not Sam, only you. It takes two to have a bond, Dean. If you are..." He paused, thinking of the proper phrasing, but Dean already understood.

"If I die, then those Heavenly Host douchebags can brainwash you again? Torture you?"