My wings

Did you fall from Heaven?

I waited for Dean to leave, waited for thirty minutes and then put on my trenchcoat, making sure to tuck my wings in.  I then exited the room to find the lamp in between the two beds lit.  There not noticing me, lay Dean, his eyes lit a beautiful almost glowing green.  He was on his phone, almost seeming annoyed with what he was looking at, his hair was a caramel color and the way the light hit, his blonde strands stood out. His hair was messy and spiked, I was surprised I hadn't noticed this before. All of a suddem he turned his head toward me.

"Are you okay?" was the only thing he could come up with and the way he said it made it sound like it was no big deal what just happened.

"Yeah, I'm much better than I was," I was hesitant not wanted to accidentally hint me being an angel.

"Okay..." he paused, "if you say so."  He continued on his phone. He was acting like nothing bothered him, but I could tell that he was dying inside from the pain of loss, and the fear of losing the people he cared about. I walked over to my bed, and got ready to go to go into a boring non-dreamful, sleep.

"Goodnight, Dean," I said as a I turned toward the wall and I had my back facing him.

"Goodnight, cas," he replied in a gentle tone and for that moment I melt he actually cared.

I woke up to "Heat of the morning" by Asia. Dean was already up and ready to go. He noticed that I was awake and he came over to the nightstand to grab his water bottle, to throw it away.  When doing so, I got a sense of his soul and something was off about it.  I got out of bed, and my wings were barely showing, I quickly covered them, hoping they were unseen.  I watched as Dean walked out of our room, to go to class, he didn't even say goodbye.

I got dressed and felt like I would dress up a little so I wore black skater skirt, with a white button up and a light blue tie. Obviously, I had my trench coat with me and I put on some black short heels. Which was getting dressed up, because I usually just wore my dress shoes, in black. I walked to the door, hand on the doorknob and I could actually feel Deans soul left behind, it felt secretly dark. I quickly left, went to my morning art history class and listened, but mostly thought the same question over and over again, what was wrong with Dean's soul?

The day was fairly simple, I was walking to my dorm and I was on the second floor, when I was disrupted from my loneliness.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" said a blonde haired guy, as he was leaning against the wall blocking me from getting up the stairs. I was so shocked, how did he know I was an angel, I didn't even know him. Wait, was he another angel?

"Um...well I don't know, because I have never fell, but if you must know I was put on Earth..."

"Because you look like an angel," he interupted me. I began to realize what was going on, he was giving me, what humans would call a "pick-up line."

"Oh well...thank you, now if you don't mind I have to.."

"What?" he interupted me again, with a confused expression. I began to notice to realize that he was crushing on me! I began to notice his blue eyes, that sparkled like diamonds and his hair was styled into what looked like a beach wave.

"Hello, I'm Cas," I introduced myself. Not trying to sound akward.

"Oh....hi..." he sounded nervous "I'm Nick, sorry I just didn't expect you to actually start a conversation with me, my pick-ups never actually pick up any one." He began to laugh, and his laugh was so cute, it was like seeing a puppy for the first time. You can't look away. I began to laugh too.

"Well, I guess you picked me up," I smiled trying to stop laughing "and I'm usually not picked up or even considered to be pick upable." He looked like he just saw a ghost, he frowned and licked his lips.I began to blush from embarressment and how cute he was.

"Seriously?" he looked up at me, I nodded my head, " how? I mean you are so beautiful!" He described me as if I was something so wonderful, oh if only he knew I was an angel.

I laughed and then he said, "do you want to go to a party with me, it's at my friend's dorm, room number 135, at 9 tonight?" He began to turn red and I found him cute so why not. I bit my lip and thought how to say yes.

"Yeah, I would love to go!" was the average thing a normal girl would say to a cute boy, asking her out.

He gave me a huge smile, full of excitement and got out of the way. I walked past him and I smelled his cologn and it smelled like something sweet, yet manly. I walked up the stairs fairly quick, my curls bouncing up and down. I got to the top of the stairs and glanced down and Nick was dancing to himself out of excitement. He saw me staring and he stopped from embarressment and I just laughed. He gave my a quick nod and wave and scurried away. I went to my dorm, opening the door to find Dean working out, shirtless and oh my was he ripped. He had back muscles, a six pack and his arms were so good looking. He was one of those humans, who barely sweat and that bothers me so bad.

"You could knock, you know," he said rudely, as he continued doing one handed push ups.

I blinked a couple of times and then said," you could go to a gym." Even though I didn't mean it.  Ugh, I am an angel and angels aren't supposed to have or show feelings, we are supposed to be emotionless.

He got up, grabbed his shirt, water bottle and began walking to the door, "fine."

"Where are you going?" I said curiously, he didn't really think I was serious did he?

"I'm going to the gym, cas," he said stubbornly, he left slamming the door behing him

I was left alone, so I decided to pick out what I was going to wear. I was going to have a good night with a nice guy, who didn't make me want to break Heaven's rules.  I was going to dance, drink punch and talk to Nick. Why can't I get Dean and the things he does to make me blush, out of my head. Dean is rude, arrogant and plain out depressing, so why was I thinking of him?