Feathers (Destiel)

Falling

Castiel twitched his wings, took a breath and moved the feathers behind him. The grass swayed violently in the feather's wake, and leaves fluttered away from him. Dean could see now how the recovering wing moved slightly slower than the other.

"Hey Cas, keep doing that. Can I touch your wing, sunshine?"

Castiel slowed his wing movements, so the ground became less disturbed. Dean snuck forward, completely unnecessarily, and lunged, grabbing the previously damaged wing. Castiel jumped at the sudden attack on his senses, and tried to pull away. Dean just tightened his grip, careful not to dislodge any of the precious feathers. Both wings flapped, one slightly subdued thanks to Dean's grip, until it broke free and caught up with the second. Cas suddenly stopped struggling, whipping around to face his human, barrelling forward angrily.

"What the Hell, Dean?! Why would you do that?! Do you KNOW how PAINFUL that is?!" Cas advanced, actually driving Dean back a few paces, until his back hit the window of the Impala. He forgot how scary an angry angel, especially Castiel, could be.

Cas pinned Dean to the car, hands gripping his shoulders and stopping him from moving away. His wings puffed up threateningly behind him, he light from the moon making them glint eerily. They opened fully, spread to their full width. An almost animalistic noise rose from his throat, and Dean couldn't help but shudder.

"Sorry, man, but...it worked. Your wings are movin' together an'--"

Castiel shoved him against the Impala, then moved away. "Never do that again...but thanks."

Dean, never one to be caught off-guard, smirked. "Cas, I'm not gunna lie, that was kinda hot..."

Although the Angel was turned away, Dean knew he was smirking. He moved his wings once, blowing air at the Winchester, and then stepped forward, over the edge of the rock.

"Cas!" Dean ran to the cliff, ready to grab his boyfriend and haul him up, only to come face to face with him, about an inch away.

Castiel was vertical, wings flapping desperately to keep him up. He was grinning, but Dean could tell he was unused to staying level in the air. "Hello, Dean. Were you worried?"

Dean grabbed Cas' coat, pulling him over the edge. The angel moved his wings to help, but the force was more than either of them expected. The two were sent tumbling away from the edge, coming to a halt near the food Dean had brought. Cas was sprawled over him, wings and limbs splayed across the ground. It took them both a few seconds to recover, then the cold night air pulled trickles of laughter from both their lungs. Castiel moved away, sitting up.

"Man, don't do that!" Dean tried to glare, but the small upturn of his lips gave him away. He reached past Castiel, grabbing the food and moving it from the angels reach. "You don't deserve this glorious food."

"Did you make it yourself?"

Dean's answer was disgruntled, but he was grinning, so the effect was slightly diminished. "Yeah, I did, and you're not havin' any of it."

Cas got the impression that if he were a child, Dean would be sticking his tongue out. "If you made it, I'm not sure I want any of it!"

Dean grumbled, and turned away. Castiel moved forward, pulling his boyfriend back and hugging his shoulders. "I was joking, Dean. I love your food." When Dean didn't respond, Cas planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

"I know." Dean smirked, and turned to face his angel. "Here, try this." He offered Castiel a fork, laden with a clump of food. Cas wasn't sure what it was, but he let Dean feed him the morsel.

It was sweet. Castiel still wasn't completely used to the need for food, but he'd acclimatized to distinguishing flavours. This...was sweet. Nice.

"What...what is it?"

"Apple pie, Cas. The best food on Earth. I, on behalf of the human race, would line to thank you an' the heavenly host douches for it."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Dean, I can assure you that the angels had nothing to do with making this food."

"You sure? I could've sworn-"
Cutting off whatever quip Dean was about to make, Castiel got up. He stood on the edge of the ravine, gazing wistfully as his wings twitched behind him. For a second, Dean wasn't sure they were there. He joined Cas on the edge of the cliff, glancing nervously between the sharp drop and his boyfriend.

"Cas...?"

"Dean. Sometimes I miss Heaven, and the way things were. I miss the order and simplicity, and the cruel calculating way that it operated. Humans...you are so complicated, and you are able to do and think and feel so much. When I fell, and lost my grace, I...I missed my power, but...it was so freeing.

I fell. I fell from Heaven, and I fell in love with all of...this," he gestured to the canyon with one hand while the other grabbed Deans, "this chaos, this...pointlessness. The passion in which you live your short, ultimately inconsequential lives. I fell in love with humans, and I fell for you. In every sense."

Dean smirked. "Gee, Cas, 'pointlessnes'? I don't know I'd I should be flattered, or-"

Castiel turned to his boyfriend, pulling him closer and joining their lips. He rested one hand on Dean's hip, the other cupping the hunter's face. Just as Dean would have deepened the kiss, Castiel pulled away, smirking.

"Still afraid of flying?" Without an answer, he fell over the side if the cliff, dragging Dean with him.