Destiel shorts

Angel Boy

The day Castiel showed Dean his wings for, well almost the first time he was really nervous. Although Dean had caught a glimpse of them when they first met, he wanted to make it kind of special.

He had led Dean to their shared room in the hotel while Sam was out shopping for supplies. Standing in the middle of the room, he told Dean he wanted to show him something. He slowly shucked his coat off and tossed it on the bed, slipped his useless messy tie off and threw it with his coat and started to nervously fumble with the button on his dress shirt.

A million scenarios raced through his mind as he progressively got to the last button.

Would he like them? Would he tell me he hated them? I don't know... Let's just get this over with..

So with lingering fingers he undid the last button and threw his shirt with his other discarded clothes and turned around and slowly unfolded his cramped wings. He'd kept them folded and hidden up until now and it felt good to get this nice stretch out.

He stretched until he could feel the feathers touching the ceiling and his bones popping in a good way. He almost let out a moan because it felt so good but he remembered who was in the room with him and his small moment of relaxation was quickly gone just as it came.

He turned around to face Dean. His precious Dean who had a look of awe on his face, slowly walked forward and enveloped Cas in a warm and welcomed hug. Cas didn't know how to react because he didn't expect it to go this well. He didn't even know how it would go he just didn't expect this outcome.

Dean slowly pulled away from Cas and started to walk around him, admiring the expectantly large black beauties that hung on the others shoulder blades. He lightly ran his hands along a few of the silky feathers, not realising what it did to Cas. Cas on the other hand was holding back shivers of pleasure as Dean continued to stroke and pet his wings. Cas resisted the urge to express such emotion at the moment biting his lip harshly to restrain such.

" beautiful.. " the Winchester mumbled under his breath as he came back around to face Cas who was still too flustered for his own good.

Dean chuckled deeply at the angel who had entrusted him with showing him his wings. The boy flushed at this, knowing how embarrassed he looked. When he finally looked up to look Dean in the eyes, he found the Winchester with a dark look in his eyes. Cas was a bit surprised and almost scared at what the he was thinking.

Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cas's. Cas, not expecting that, went along with it, enjoying it, until Dean started to rub along and up his back, Slowly making his way to probably that most sensitive area. He rubbed the spot where feathers connected to flesh and it immediately sent Cas up to Cloud Nine. He gripped Dean's shirt collar and brought them closer together, slightly moaning himself as Dean buried his hand in the small tufts of down feathers nearest the skin. ..

(( I think I'll stop there. If you want me to continue please comment! I'd appreciate it! ))