Destiel Oneshots

Black Feathers

A/N: So, I am totally in love with angels and their wings. So, I got an idea for another one-shot, which is also fluffy, but a bit sad. (If someone wants smut, please tell me!)
Hope you like it!

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While Castiel sat on the edge of Deans bed, Dean and Sam were sleeping heavily. Both of them were snoring silently, but Cas didn't mind. In fact, it kind of calmed him. Always when Castiel felt lost, felt himself losing his mind, felt alone, he would visit the Winchesters unrecognized and just take in the welcoming feeling he got when he was around the hunters. This night was different though. Dean shifted in his sleep and woke up breathing heavy and slightly sweating. Cas would zap away now, but he didn't want to. Dean stared in the dark, tried to get used to it. Tried to figure out if it was Cas indeed sitting on his bed, at his feet.

"...Cas?" Dean whispered in the darkness, starting to see. The angel didn't look up, didn't moved, but continued to breathe calmly. Dean moved slowly over to the angel, now sitting directly behind him. The smell of nature with a slight note of blood assured Dean that Castiel was sitting right in front of him. The hunter tapped him on the shoulders and made a sign to leave the room. Cas obeyed silently while Dean grabbed his shoes to go outside with Cas. He didn't want to disturb the sleeping Sam. As both arrived outside, Dean climbed on top of the impala, Castiel following him. As both sat next to each other, Dean broke the silence.

"What's wrong, man?" Cas looked up at Dean before staring at his lap again.
"Everything" Cas whispered almost too silent to be understood, but Dean understood him perfectly. "Maybe a bit more specific?" Dean asked. After a long moment of silence Cas told Dean everything that bothered him.

How the other angels hated him.
How lost he felt because he couldn't go to heaven without someone telling him to leave again because he wasn't welcome anymore.
How alone he felt because no one needed him.
How he got the urge to spend his time next to the Winchesters to keep himself from killing himself.

And Dean sat there and listened to the angel cry with words and glances. He knew too well how Cas felt like right now, but the question is how to calm him?

"Man, I'm really sorry for you..." Dean began but unfortunately he had no idea how to continue.

"Dean?" Cas asked shyly. The hunter felt glad, now he didn't has to think of something to say.

"Yeah?" he simply answered.

"Would you mind if I spread my wings right now? I had them in for so long, I'm getting uncomfortable." With one nod and one shrug Dean showed him he was okay with it. Actually, Dean was also very curious, he has never seen the angels wings.

A small smile spread across Castiels face, before he closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate. Within one blink, there were huge, black, broken wings revealed. Deans eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. One wing was as long as the impala.

The black feathers seemed to have lost some colour, some kind of strength. Close to Cas' back, they were full and dark black, the streetlight made them seem mysterious. But closer to the end, the feathers seemed to get smaller and a lot less. Dean could clearly see how broken Castiel is by one look at the wings. Without even realizing it, Deans hand slowly and carefully stroked a wing. The feathers felt even softer then the fur of a kitten. Castiel pressed his eyes shut, a new feeling overcame him. Usually, when something touched his wings, a sharp pain would spread across his whole body, but when Dean touched it... he was home. He felt as if the light of the sun from the other side of the world stormed over to Dean, got inside him, grew there and just floated out of his fingers, all over Castiel. With closed eyes and a calm mind,
he felt safe,
he felt secure,
he felt needed,
he felt loved.

As the stroking stopped and his eyes opened to reveal a blushing Dean next to him on top of the impala in the middle of the night, only some street lights shining. For that one moment the angel forgot about everything bad and all what he could find in his mind was Dean.

Before he could stop himself, before he could realize what he was doing he grabbed Deans shoulders to push him towards him to press his lips against Deans. The hunter wasn't kissing back, but Castiel couldn't care any less in that moment. Deans lips were rough, but full and warm. After a couple of seconds Castiel pushed back to catch some air, and the hunter did the same. Both just looked at it each other and with every passing second the silence between them got more awkward. As Castiel was about to hide his wings again, Dean reached out, but his hands stopped in the air. The angels wings were still outside and he gave Dean a questioning look.

"Don't..." Dean quietly breathed. Slowly, Dean put his arms around Cas waist and with one strong movement, Cas sat in Deans lap, his wings gently fluttering at his back. Deans hands rested on Cas hips, he looked at the fluttering wings and then at Castiel, waiting for an explanation.

"Uh, I can't really control it, they kind of..." Castiel paused to search for the right words "express my feelings." With blushing cheeks he looked down, but one of Deans hands forced him to look at his face.

"Good to know you like it too" Dean smirked before pushing his lips now against Castiels. It was a fond kiss and Cas hands got lost in Deans hair. 

Dean fell asleep soon though. Castiel wouldn't zap him back, but stay with him right were they are. Castiel was lying on top of the impala, Dean sleeping on top of him. To keep him warm, he lied his wings around Dean. This might not happen often anymore, since Castiels angel-powers seem to got weaker, he is in need to eat and sleep now. But for the first time in forever, Castiel and Dean fell asleep with a smile on their faces without being afraid of bad dreams.

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A/N: So I really hope you liked that! Like seriously guys, leave some comments please? I would love you guys even more than I already do. Have a brilliant day!
~ AliceeLaa