My wings

Discomfort

Cas POV

I have always been different from my siblings, although I really only understand Gabriel. Just like he understands me.

"Be careful, cas, there are always weird people at these kinda things."

"You mean college, yeah I know Gabe." That was my nickname for him, he never really minded it. I was starting college, it sounded intense and I wanted to be highly educated, even though it wasn't needed. Being an angel meant to do what your are told at all times, even if it isn't pleasant.

I gave Gabe a hug then I went to check in. My wings were tucked under my oversized beige trench coat, and they were in a very uncomfortable position. Angel wings are very sensitive and can easily be damaged. I got my room number, 328. "Um... am I by myself in this dorm?" I asked hopeful I could stretch my wings out.

She looked at me then started typing something on her computing. Finally saying "I believe so."

I don't think she saw my relief sigh as I walked up the stairs, with my two boxes full of stuff, mostly clothes. I was finally on the third floor, I searched for my keys to the dorm.

Smash! The door hit me, causing me to fall onto my wings. I began to cry, unintentionally, but I couldn't bear the pain from my wings. A brown haired, green eyed, beautiful man looked at me.

"Hey, why were you by my dorm room," he crouched down beside me,"I guess I'm sorry for hitting you."

"This is my dorm and I was told I had the dorm to myself." I didn't mean to sound frustrated but I really needed to check on my wings. With someone else in the same dorm as me I wouldn't be able to. I could feel my wings bleeding, they were throbbing with pain.

" Hey are you coming? Since we are roommates." Said the green eyed man, as he gave me a crooked smirk.

I began to blush and I didn't know why, good angels don't feel emotions. I walked in, setting my stuff on my bed, looking at his side of the room, he had a picture of a blonde woman with a boy. I presumed it was him. Him and his tall, brown haired brother, they shared the same interest in plaid, and jackets I could see. My side was boring and it wasn't really going to change much, maybe a couple books, but that was it.

"Hey, I'm Dean." I was startled as I heard his raspy voice say.

"I'm cas" I said with the least amount of awkwardness I could manage. I was rotating my shoulders trying to get my wings comfortable, being unsuccessful.

"Are you okay, most people only do that in yoga or something." He said bluntly.

"Yeah... just need to..." I stopped, "I'll be right back."

I then ran to the bathroom, locked the door and took off my trench coat. My black wings, close to 24 foot wingspan laying limp. Gabe always said he liked my wings, I just don't see it. Gabe has gold wings, Naomi has white wings, Michael has tan wings, and I have pitch black wings. I looked at the injured part, it was bloody and a couple feathers had fallen off.

I grabbed the hand towel next to the sink, and was about to bite down and heal my self. I hadn't realized till looking in the mirror that I hadn't stopped crying since the fall, I had mascara running down my face. When I heard knocking.

"Are you okay, cas?" It was dean again, I didn't understand why he had to check on me at this moment, especially because he was just being rude.

"I'm...." I had to think of a word to sound actually okay, "fine, dean." It didn't sound convincing, but he stopped knocking. I had cried in between saying that, unable to control the pain.

"Cas, seriously, just let me in." He said, hesitant. I couldn't let him see my wings, if he did angels would have to punish one of us, most of the time being the human.

" I can't dean, just please go away..." I pleaded, but he didn't listen. More tears rolled down my cheeks.

"I'm coming in, you sound in pain." He said, at the same time he was barging his body against the door. He did that for thirty minutes, being unsuccessful. I finally coughed up the courage to heal myself, people don't know this but healing is usually more painful that the actual event. I put the towel in my mouth to silence my screams.

I grabbed my wing in the injured spot and my blue grace began healing me. The blue swirled, almost danced around my wing. Taking as long as possible, then when complete, it went through the injuring, the painful part. A blue almost white light shown through the door crack. Being healed, my eyes shined bright blue, making a bold contrast to my nearly black long, wavy hair. I didn't want to face dean yet, so I slumped against the door and I could sense his soul on the other side. Also, slumped against the door.

"Cas..." dean started, "you sure your alright."

"Yes, dean" was the best thing I could come up with.

I began to go through his thoughts and he was thinking it was his fault, he was thinking of his mother and how he missed her, he had a lot of things on his mind, mostly pie, but at the back of his mind he was thinking of kissing me.