Colorful wings (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Colorful Wings

Dean hadn’t asked because he figured he would get a boring response. Sam hadn’t asked because, for some odd reason, he thought it might have been a bit personal. Everyone had wondered about this at some point or another. They asked themselves these questions, normally with a “hm” sound following. There just had never been a time or a place to ask. The curiosity was a mild thing. It really wasn’t important. Not really.

Wings.

Where were they on angles? Invisible? From their true form so that it was harmful to any mortal who laid eyes upon them? Maybe they were more of a metaphor. Angles were the size of large skyscrapers and had multiple heads, after all. Wings almost seemed not quite as special as a lion’s head. Where they even there? Did the ‘wings’ really even exist or was it some biblical bullshit? They probably weren’t as awesome as a second or third head.

The topic had never come up. No one had thought “golly, now would be a perfect time to ask Cas about those fluffy things on his shoulders.” Not until they all were sitting in the bunker watching a movie. Movie nights were becoming a bit of an award for a job well done. While this one wasn’t particularly good, it was on sale at the bargain store they had stopped by one the way home from their last job. It wasn’t even about an angel. It was just a girl, a poor, tortured girl, who had a pair of little wings too small to even fly. It was meant to be all symbolic of something or another. It was mostly just sad.

The words fell out of Sam’s mouth without much thought, “Hey, Cas. Where are your wings?”

“My what?” Cas had looked a bit confused at the question for a moment before he understood, “Ah.”

Dean and Sam both waited for an answer that the angel appeared not to have. He thought another moment.

“You’ve seen them.”

“No. We’ve seen that silhouette thing that happens when you show off,” Dean corrected.

“Well, since you have that, you must have some actual wings on you right? Or is showing off a fake pair of wings an angel thing?” Sam slurred, slightly tipsy after this last beer. Dean was disappointed in his brother’s lack of ability to stay sober after three, four beers. Freaking light weight.

“Well, to actually hold up a person and fly, they have to be quite big. They are a bit inconvenient to just have out,” Cas was almost embarrassed sounding.

“What? are wings the equivalent to a man’s feet?” Dean asked, giggling at the wrongness.

“I understood that and no,” Cas snapped, “I meant that they get in the way. You would have to move stuff in here for me to comfortably have them out. I prefer not to have them on display, anyway. They're...showy.”

“Like how big?” Sam challenged and got up. Dean followed his lead in getting up and moving the chairs, table and some shelves back out of they way.

Cas let out a defeated sigh, “Roughly twenty feet. Some are bigger.”

Again, rather dirty, Dean asked, “And how big our yours?” Sam snickered, drunkenly at the crude jab. He had drank another half of a beer. With the tables and such out of the way, the boys stood back and waited.

“Approximately twenty-four feet,” Cas stood in the middle of the room and took off his jackets and shirt. Then there were wings. Big, dark wings. They were very thick, fluffy things. Very bird-like. Some parts were spotted and multi-colored. They were mostly grey-toned.Where the wings met his shoulder, they were black and they lightened up towards the tips. Cas’s wings curled in a bit, in what might have been modesty. It might have been that he didn’t want to get too close to the books or the boys.

“I’ll be damned,” Dean breathed out. It was definitely not what he was expecting. He had a very simple expectation of wings. They were wings. He had seen birds. It shouldn’t have been anything special. Expect that these were big and consuming things. He couldn’t take his eyes off them. Sam let out something of a gasp.

“Can you actually fly?” Sam walked around, studying his wings. He poked a feather that stuck out a bit awkwardly on the tip. It didn’t seem to phase Cas. Cas nodded at sam in reply. Sam got brave and started pulling at the feathers. Cas did seem a bit annoyed at that.

“Would you like me to go around pulling at your hair?” Cas hissed, pulling his wings in further so that the tips were almost facing him and he was in an almost winged barrier.

“Sorry. They’re...soft,” Sam mumbled a bit dumbly in an excuse. Dean reached out in a similar dumb manner and gently grabbed a handful of feathers near towards Cas’s shoulder where they were small and fuzzy. He giggled “soft.”

Charley threw open the door shouting “Bitches. Bitches. Hey, I found something!” She stopped, still at the top of the stairs looking down at the two men and the angel. Charley let her mouth fall open, wanting to say something, though she didn’t know what.

Cas laid on his bare stomach, head resting his the crook of his elbow. He might of been asleep. His wings stretched out longways on the floor. They almost touched the stairs to the other side of the room completely spread out. Beer bottles and liquor and plates with half eaten sandwiches littered the floor. Dean sat near Cas’s shoulder and was going through and picking the loose feathers. Sam sat on the opposite side, down towards the ends of the wings with multiple brushes in bowls filled with thick liquid. Charley was pretty sure it was hair dye.

“Hey, Charley.” Sam said, happily drunk and content painting on a ridiculous shade of orange on Cas’s primary feathers. After the tip was covered, he moved on in with a shade of yellow that started to disappear under another feather. Sam did a surprisingly good job blending it all together.

Charley was offended, “You guys are dying an angel’s wings? And you didn't invite me!” She exaggerated hurt and came running down the stairs. The case can wait. Charley picked up three cool colors and started on the primaries on Dean’s side. She went in with lavender.

Cas mumbled, “Make me fabulous,” into his elbow.

Author's Note: I was in the mood for some fluff (content and wings). I did very little research, though what I found was that for a full grown man to fly, wings would have to be 6.4?, I think, meters long. Oh, and this is set roughly during season 10.