Destiel Smut And Fluff (Silver Wings)

Silver Wings Bonus Chapter??

**just a little something to hold you guys over while I write a bit**

Finals week... kill me. You know what I'd rather have my wings ripped from my body feather by feather then break every bone and then tear them from my back.

Cas was spread out on his newly cleaned bedroom floor. It took two hours to clean just right. It was also a great excuse to procrastinate but he has a final at 10am the next day. With his textbooks and notebooks spread around him on the floor, laying on his stomach. A pillow crammed under his chest and armpits to relieve weight on his arms so he can stay in that position for as long as he wanted. Tapping his pencil eraser aginst his lower lip, his wings tucked neatly, tightly, against his back. 

Dean knows Cas is super stressed and on edge with finals. He checks in on him periodically, loving every study position he shifts to. And his concentration face? It's killing him, taking all of his willpower to not strip his dick furiously. He promised Cas as soon as he was done studying, they would have some relaxing alone time.

But Cas' bubbly butt just laying out in the open. In those oh-so-tight-comfortable boxerbreifs of his. An image shot into Deans mind. He checks the time with a smirk. Cas has been studying for a straight hour and a half, I think he's due for a break...

Dean makes his footsteps heard as he saunters to Cas (through the maze of books and notes) kneeling on either side of Cas' hips. He grips Cas' shoulders, "Deean... I need to study."

"You've been a statue for an hour and a half, a short break will do you good." Dean begins digging his thumbs into Cas' tense shoulder muscles. Cas gives in with a moan and bowing of his head.

Dean places a light kiss to Cas' neck, right on his sweet spot. Cas whines when Dean's lips leave too soon and too light. "Dean. Don't start something you're unable to finish."

"Who says I'm unable to finish?" Dean replies with a grin. Cas hears it in his voice and involuntarily gasps.

"I n-need to study. You're... You are very distracting." Dean is slowly moving his hands from the angels shoulders to the wonderfully fluffed and slightly stretched wings. He firmly rubs the bases with a hand each. They stretch out more and Cas has since dropped his pencil and is gripping at the small patches of floor in front of him.

"Dean," Cas moans. Dean then scoots his knees out and places his hips flush with the blushing angel's. His hard cock fitting perfectly into Cas' cleft. Cas presses his hips into Dean, "Oh god. Dean..."

Dean chuckles, "still want to study? Or do you think you deserve a break?" Cas whines in the back of his throat, now grinding back against Dean's slight thrusts. Dean runs his fingers through the soft, slightly slick, feathers, spreading the oils throughout the wings.

The wings. They have a mind of their own, flapping slightly and occasionally thumping the floor. "We better clean up your papers or move somewhere else. Your wings..." Dean gravelly whispers. Cas just nods his head with another escaped squeak-moan.

Realizing Cas isn't going to make the first move, Dean decides for him and pulls himself off the angel. He stands above the other man as he realizes (with the most deperate whine) that his human is no longer touching him. He turns back and angrily glares at the human who is now stepping toward the bed, never breaking eye contact.

Dean saunters onto the bed and lays in invitation, waiting expectantly for the angel to get his feathery ass moving.