Destiel Fluffy Oneshots

Wings of Castiel

(A/N): so here is a little oneshot I've been dying to write!! It's about Castiel's wings, obviously. I hope you enjoy! Votes and comments appreciated! :)

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"Night," Dean sighs and falls on one bed in the hotel room, instantly drifting into a dreamless sleep. Sam walks in not far behind and decides to sleep as well as he falls on the couch. Castiel appears in the kitchen, glancing around at the sleeping figures. Killing that witch today must have worn them out, Cas thinks. Removing his shoes, he sits on the edge of the empty bed next to Dean's. As he glances over, he notices that Dean didn't even take off his shoes or leather jacket. Cas sighs and stands.

Must I always take care of him? The angel questions himself. He removes Dean's shoes with ease, then slides his jacket off, placing it on a chair.

Digging around in some clothes on the bathroom floor, Cas finds a black tank. He hangs his trench coat in the closet then replaces his shirt with the soft tank. The back is cut just low enough that Cas can stretch his black, fluffy wings from his back. For now, he keeps them neatly tucked behind him as he leaves the bathroom. No one has seen his real wings, not even the Winchester brothers. Cas figures since the guys are asleep he can keep them stretched out. Crawling into bed, he lies on his stomach with the silky wings extended out on either side of him; they have such a large span that they cascade off onto the floor. Slowly, Castiel closes his blue eyes and drifts into unconsciousness.

In the middle of the night, Dean stirs to the sound of Sam and Cas snoring. He feels a draft of cold air and shivers, still half asleep. Reaching around blindly, he grabs something soft and wraps it around himself. Surprisingly, it emanates warmth that instantly makes the cold go away. Dean decides it's a heated blanket and falls back asleep instantly.

Cas awakes to a strange feeling on his wing. The light is shining right on his face, which also woke him up. Something is tugging at his wing, or someone. He turns his head to see Dean wrapped like a burrito in his sleek feathers. At first he is startled. I can't allow Dean to see my wings! But I can't get it away from him.. This is bad... Cas thinks through how to retrieve his wing from the sleepy Dean. Dean grabs handfuls of Cas's feathers as if the wing is a blanket. It tickles Cas when Dean touches the feathers. He tries not to laugh as he slowly gets up from his bed.

Cas slowly picks up Dean's arm, but Dean has a death grip on the feathers.

"No," Dean mumbles in his sleep. Cas holds back his laughter as Dean moves his hand into the feathers further. Castiel grabs Dean's arm and pulls it up, but Dean yanks it back again. With a sigh, Cas reaches into his feathers and pries Dean's fingers from around the feather cluster.

"Cas," Dean mumbles. Castiel's eyebrows arch at the sound of his name coming from Dean's mouth while Dean is asleep. Is he dreaming about me? Cas thinks to himself. Cas leans closer to see if Dean says anything else. Dean's eyes suddenly fly open and he looks at Cas who is leaning right over him. Dean jumps back hitting his head on the headboard. Castiel hides his wings quickly, reducing them to bumps on his back.

"Damn it, Cas! What did I say about space?" Dean yells. Cas blinks, unsure of what to say. Dean just stares and blinks back.

"You were talking," Cas grumbles.

"Well I was having weird dreams okay?" Dean mumbles and looks away from Cas's sparkly blue eyes. "Were those... Your wings?" Dean asks much softer now. Cas's heart skips a beat. Dean saw them?

"What are you talking about?" Cas says, pretending he didn't ever have his wings out.

"Was I holding your wing? I saw them just before you made them disappear. And why are you wearing my shirt?" Dean asks too many things.