Destiel shortfics

Angel's Wing Kink

I looked to Dean. He was walking around shirtless. I guess that made sense, it was rather hot. Sam also wasn't around. He was out at a bar. I suppose by now he was probably with a woman though. I have slept with a hand full of women before. It was nice, but not what I was really looking for. I have begun to notice my attraction to a certain green eyed hunter. Though, he doesn't seem to hold any toward me. I looked toward Dean's beautiful chest as he walked toward the kitchen. Not only did the sight begin to make my pants uncomfortable. My wings made an appearance. They aren't supposed to be on the human's plane of existence. However, if I temporarily lose control they like to show up.

Dean looked over mildly surprised by them. He always seemed fascinated by my wings. I too, was shirtless. I found clothes to be quite uncomfortable but wore them for modesty's sake. The wings were really sensitive and directly tied to my grace. They were as sensitive with my angelic powers as a sensitive area would be to a normal human. Dean walked behind me and stood for a moment likely observing my wings.

"Hey Cas? Do you mind if I touch your wings?" he asked me sounding distracted.

"Dean, they are extremely sensitive. So please, be gentle" I requested. I moved onto my knees and spread them out for the Hunter. Dean gently ran his fingers down the back of one wing. I felt my vessel involuntarily shiver.

"Wow they're really soft" he said beginning to comb through the back of my wings in a less erogenous area. He worked his hands closer to my shoulders and I made a hissing sort of noise "not there" I said sharply.

"Here? Why? Am I hurting you?" he asked.

"No" I said simply. I didn't want to explain honestly.

"Then what?" he asked.

"It would be incredibly arousing" I stated my voice deep and flat.

"Oh" he said simply. I guessed he was blushing, yet his fingers didn't stop moving. He gently ran his fingers through them and a wave of pleasure wracked through my body. I was certain my vessel let out a particularly sinful moan.

"Dean...." I said though my voice sounded more akin to a whimper. The feathers on the inside of my wing and near my back were so sensitive. I felt almost helpless, like I was no longer in control of my own feelings.

"If you need me to Stop just say so" Dean said. His voice sounded kind of distracted, like when he was watching a female he found attractive and trying to concersate at the same time.

"Of course I will, Dean" I replied. It seemed obvious to me, so I'm not certain why he mentioned it. I let my eyes fluttered shut, my vessel preferred to enjoy things this way.

Deans fingers ran through