Destiel Fluffy Oneshots

Tiny Wings

"Ha! Look at Castiel's tiny wings! he can't even fly with them!" Dean Winchester points at me as he walks by in the hallway. Other people around me laugh too. Why does he have to annoy me every chance he gets? It can be rather aggravating. Dean is in a majority of my classes, so he never ceases to make fun of my looks, like my hair or the way my eyes look droopy. But most of all, he makes fun of my wings. They have not grown since I was little, and they look ridiculously absurd on my body. One wing is only the size of my two hands combined. They are just a simple black and silver color, not bad, but they are just so small. Still having small wings while everyone else's are large and beautiful make me feel so useless.

Dean has very beautiful wings. They are a light golden tan color with freckles of brown over the arches. I sometimes catch myself staring longingly at those wings. How I wish I could fly like he can, like everyone can. How I wish people would think I'm beautiful with big, sleek wings. But I can't change the fact that my wings are awkwardly small. I brush away a tear that had formed in my eye from thinking about all those harsh comments about me, and I head to class. Dean is standing with his brother and friends, Gabriel and Balthazar. They all have such pretty wings, and I am so jealous. When Dean laughs, his wing flaps unconsciously. I find it sort of cute.

Wait, am I calling the guy that bullies me cute? No way. Nope.

I shake my head and take my seat. I pull on my sweater over my minuscule wings to hide them. I usually try to wear clothes over my wings so people won't stare at them. Dean takes his assigned seat next to me, but I don't look at him. I can feel his green eyes on me, probably judging all my body's features. I shift uncomfortably in my chair and wrap my arms around my middle. Once Dean stops glaring, I relax and start on my work.

"Okay, today we are doing a group lab project," our teacher, Mr. Singer states. The class smiles at the same time. "But," Mr. Singer holds up his hand, "I pick your partners, so just go along with the person sitting to your side.

That means I'm with Dean. Great. Let hell begin. I'm pretty sure Dean rolls his eyes. "Come on tiny wings," he grunts as he stands and leaves me behind at my desk. I slowly follow, not wanting anything to do with him. We hurry to do our science lab project, which only takes ten minutes. I regret working quickly because now I have to stand here in an awkward silence. Why hasn't he made a rude remark about me yet?

"So what's wrong with you anyways? Your wings I mean?" I think he asks in the rudest way possible. He fluffs his wings as if to show off how nice his wings are-all big and full of feathers-compared to mine.

"Stunted growth... They'll eventually grow," I say, trying to not make eye contact. Dean sort of stares for a minute.

He grunts a late response and then chuckles. "They're just so awkward looking! You're like one of those out-of-proportion circus clowns that just looks... Awkward!" Dean laughs and the words make me mad but also stab a knife through my chest. My runt wings suddenly jut out the neck of my sweater without my consent. It's just a subconscious act of defense. Dean only laughs harder, his feathers flailing as he snickers.

"Sorry, but your midget wings don't frighten me!" He laughs harder. I turn away from him, tucking my wings away in my shirt again. I can feel my whole face just heat up with embarrassment as Dean draws the attention of everyone in the class.

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"Good one Sammy!" I say slapping my brother's shoulder. As Sam starts another joke we head outside to fly home. The bell signaling the end of school had rung about ten minutes ago, and I can't wait to go home. Out the corner of my eye, I see that Castiel kid standing alone; he is looking towards the sky as if it is the most beautiful thing in his world. I turn to see what he is doing. Sam starts talking to Balthazar and Gabe without me, so he doesn't notice me watching Castiel. I can't help but stare at his tiny, useless wings. They are a nice color, even though they look like they were just plucked off a raven and glued into Castiel's shoulders.