Feathers // A Destiel AU

(2) You Don't Understand

Dean awoke to the sound of light chatter in his room. Rolling over onto his back, the light from the window burns his morning eyes. "What time is it?" Slips from his mouth, but with his groggy tone of voice it sounds jumbled together.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty. How'd you sleep last night?"

"Shut it Sammy." He grumbles. His eyes finally adjust and he noticed Cas sitting uncomfortably at the tiny table in the corner of the room. Sam stands next to him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a stupid grin plastered onto his face. "Can someone please tell me what time it is?"

"It's ten minutes to twelve, Dean." Cas says. He stands up from his seat, walking to Dean's bed side; he sat down.

"Goddamnit Cas," Dean sits up, wiping his face clean of any dried drool. "I thought I told you to wake me up early so that Sam and I could go interview the last victim's girlfriend."

"Yeah, about that. The shapeshifter is dead, Dean. No need to worry about it anymore." Cas smiled.

"What?" Dean asked surprised, no way that thing was dead yet.

"Yeah, it was the strangest thing." Sam starts as he walks over to the others, taking a seat on the opposite bed. "I was heading back to the Impala on the way back from the vampire nest, when all of a sudden this guy jumps out in front of me. He was dressed as a clown, so naturally I freaked out when he swung a fist towards my face. He yelled something about being my worst nightmare, before I pulled my gun on him. I shot him once in the head, twice in the stomach. I didn't realize he was a shapeshifter until afterwards."

Dean rolls his eyes, yawning at his brother's story. "Lucky it wasn't just a human clown, Sammy. You gotta get your irrational fear of clowns out of your head, it's stupid."

"You know what else is stupid, Dean? Your fear of flying." Sam chuckles at his own joke, and Cas tries desperately not to laugh with him.

"Bitch." Dean huffs.

"Jerk." Sam snaps back.

Castiel can feel the tension between the two brothers grow, he decides to step in before someone goes too far. "We should go out for a coffee run. Get Dean some pie, and Sam some caffeine so that he doesn't act like a grumpy older man." Dean snorts, Cas' insults still have a long way to come.

"This coming from an old grumpy angel, with a stick up his ass."

"Hey! Shut it Sam." And just like that Sam was banished to the backseat of the Impala.

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"One cherry pie, and two caramel macchiatos. Got it." Cas buzzed off into the crowd of people in the small cafe, while the two Winchesters found a spot for them to sit.

"You alright, Dean?" Sam stared at his brother, waiting for a response.

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"You haven't noticed it?"

"Noticed what Sam? I'm not a mind-reader."

"Cas. He's been acting weird today. I figured it had something to do with you, since it normally does. Did- Did something happen between you two last night?"

Dean can feel his cheeks start to get warm as he thinks about the events of last night. He's trying his very best not to blush and make Sam suspicious. "Nothing happened,"

-But so much happened-

"you called, and I told Cas about it."

-I saw his wings for the first time and now I can't get them out of my mind-

"You called and told us we didn't need to show up, and then I went to bed."

-With Cas watching over me, and for the first time in forever I felt safe all night long-

"Jeez, what so you think happened? Some weird chick-flick moment?"

-Although it felt like it, and I liked it-

"With you two? I didn't doubt it for a second. You could have sat here and told me that you guys finally used your words, I would have believed you. Especially with the way Cas is at the moment, by which I mean oddly clingy. More than normal at least." Sam stopped to think for a moment. "But that doesn't explain why Cas was in our room, when I came back this morning."

Dean choked on the goddamn air.

Words fumbled out of his mouth as he tried to string together some sort of excuse to why Cas was in their room last night. He watched the smirk sneak onto his brother's face, as he silently prayed for the angel to come back and save him from this conversation.

As always, Cas came right away. He carried a pie in one hand, and two drinks in the other. He set the pie down on the table, and handed the drinks over. "Yeah, umm, Cas explain to Sam why you were in our room last night."

Dean's words were laced with hint, hoping that Cas would get the message. "Oh. Well I was watching over Dean, with his permission of course." He didn't.

Dean groaned, wiping his face with his hands.

Sam just doubled over laughing.

Dean shot Cas a look. "Well, I wasn't going to mention it." He said in response.

He growled at his still laughing brother. Giving him the pie, and making sure he had his drink in hand he pushed him in the direction of the doors. "Go wait in the car." Sam walks out quickly, leaving Dean and Cas behind.

Dean turns back to Cas, grabbing his arm he pulls him off to the side. "Okay, what the hell?"

"What do you mean?" Cas tilts his head in a puppy-ish way, and Dean feels his heart pulse. He knows Castiel is lying through his teeth, he can tell that he knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Don't lie to me Cas. Tell me what's going on up in that angel factory of yours."

Cas manages a small smile, although right now he kind of wants to cry. Dean knows he's lying, and he doesn't think Dean is ready for the truth. Damn..

"It's about my wings, Dean."

Dean nods understandingly, even though he doesn't. "What about them?"

"It's not them Dean, it's you. You saw them, you were not meant to see them. It's my fault though, I knew I should have just waited for Gabriel to be available. I shouldn't have tried self-grooming, it takes to long. I knew the risks, but I thought it'd be okay. Dean, I know you don't understand. But wings are very sacred to an angel. We don't flash them around, or at least some of us don't. The only people who have ever seen my wings before are my father and Gabriel.."

"So..? You angel flashed me?"

"Dean, be serious. This is a big deal for me, my wings are apart of my grace. My true form. We bonded, Dean. Partially at least.. I just, need sometime to think." Castiel arched his heels high enough to reach Dean's forehead where he planted a soft small kiss.

"Goodbye for now, Dean." Cas walked outside, leaving Dean frozen in place.

By the time he had snapped out of it and went after him, he had disappeared completely.

"Shit, what the fuck just happened?"

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