Feathers (Destiel)

One-to-One

Castiel had gone to sleep as soon as Dean had dragged him inside, not bothering to even cast a glance at their brothers. Dean attempted to follow his lover, but the door was promptly slammed in his face.

"Cas, I-"

"I'd leave him, if I were you. Sometimes he just needs space." Gabriel's smug, 'I know better than you' air put Dean's teeth on edge more than normal.

"Listen, Gabby, he needs me. I know it. And I'll be damned again if I'm gonna leave him alone right now."

Gabe just shrugged, shoving some food in his mouth and speaking through it. "Whatever, Dean-o, but he doesn't like to be crowded." So saying, Gabriel span on his heel and walked away.

Dean scowled. Like Gabriel knew what Cas didn't like. He slunk back to the kitchen of their home, uncapping a beer and slumping in a cushy chair. Reluctantly, his thoughts wandered back to his boyfriend's feeble attempts to fly again. His wings weren't synched. They didn't move together. He needs motivation; he needs something to fly for. I wish I could be up there with him, help him. Even if I could...Hell, I've never been good in the air...

Suddenly, he had an idea.

It took a few hours to think it through, but eventually he had it all planned. Dean moved thought the corridor like a force of nature, skidding to a stop in front of Cas' room. He took a few seconds to collect himself, and rested his hand on the door, clearing his throat. "Cas, I...please, let me in. I love you, I...I want to help. I'm coming in." He pushed the door open slowly.

Castiel was under the comforter completely, buried in a warm nest. The lights were off, leaving him in the dark except for the piercing light slicing from the doorway. If it weren't for the long feathers slumped over the edge if the bed, Dean wouldn't know the Angel was there. He smirked.

Cas liked the secure stillness under the blanket in his bed. It was safe, quiet. Like the world was standing still, just for him and his thoughts. He sighed, and let the sadness he was feeling fall from his eyes. The tear ran down his nose, leaving a fresh-feeling trail down his face.

Something heavy fell on him, making him yell in surprise as the bed rocketed him up. Strong arms looped around his waist, careful of his wings. As the duvet fell off the bed, the two went with it, crashing to the floor. Cas found himself staring up at bright green eyes, and a wide grin that was infectious.

"Hey, Cas..." Dean lowered himself to give his angel a heart-melting kiss, smirking when Cas' hands carded in his hair. He pulled away all too soon. "Have you...were you crying?"

Castiel looked away, and pushed Dean off him. "No, I'm fine, Dean."

The human stayed on the floor, looking up at his moping boyfriend. "Cas..." He sighed, grabbing the angels hand and tugging him to stand, dragging him out the door.

"Dean, where are we..." Castiel trailed off, aware of the fact that Dean wouldn't tell him anything if he didn't want to. Dean grabbed the keys to the Impala, still not letting go of his boyfriend's hand. He unlocked the car, snapping open the door and half-pushing the confused angel inside, but letting up enough so that Castiel could arrange his wings against the leather, making himself comfortable.

He took his seat in the driver side, switching the ignition and feeling the growl of the engine in the skull if the bonnet. "Sweetheart, we're gonna help you fly."

"But Dean, it's dark and I've already tried. I should have listened to you all; I can't do this."

"No, Cas, we were wrong. I can't believe I'm saying this, but don't listen to what I said. You're going to try again, and this time, I'm gonna to help you, like I should've before."

"I..." If Cas continued speaking, Dean wasn't listening. He was concentrating too much on where to go. He swerved off the main road, onto a dirt track between trees. They pulled up to a cliff on the edge of a ravine in a clearing, far enough away from anything that could get them spotted.

The dark blue, almost indigo sky hung over their heads like a curtain. A million suns were strung like fairy lights, a million miles away. The trees shielded them, stems on leaves branching out in a hundred different directions, but each a part of the bigger story. A picnic blanket sat near the edge of the cliff, a few stones on each corner pinning it down. As Castiel exited the car, Dean brought out a basket.

"I thought we'd make a date outta it. That way, even if you can't quite fly yet, we can still have a good time."

Castiel turned and smiled, meeting Dean's eyes.

"But, that's not it! No, see, you're not the only one who needs to get over flying troubles, man."

"I...remember...you have a phobia of air travel, correct?"

Dean just grinned tightly, not fond of the way Castiel made it sound so...simple. "Yeah...I...uh, I figure we can help each other."

Cas' smile softened. "Of course, Dean, I will always help you."