Destiel: Love at first wings.

Research and Bottles

. It's been a challenge, keeping his feelings inside for cas. He threw his head into his hands. Work has been killing him and having an angry, angel on his hands hasn't made it any easier. Sam had gone out for a supply run about 20 minuets ago. He had told dean to research a monster they're hunting, but dean just couldn't concentrate. He was tired. And angry. And hungry. And... in love. Of course it had to be one of those, "Love at First Sight" things. Ugh. 'Why one of those things?' He thought. He had seen enough of those movies (and not just for the sex scenes) to know where this was headed. But he didn't want to make things awkward by just confessing his love for him, even if he did save him from hell. Dean sighed and opened the computer. He turned it on and typed in the password. 'Porn? Or work?' he picked up a ice cold beer that sat on a coaster next to him. He chugged it and threw it at the trash can. On to miss and have the bottle hit the rim and shatter into pieces.

"Son of a bitch. That was a perfect throw!" dean moaned.

He turned his attention back to the computer. He stared at the glowing screen. 'Sammy would kill me if I didn't find out what were hunting.' Dean sighed again and started typing. After about half and hour he decided to take a break (Again) and maybe look in dad's book to see if their was anything that matches what they had been tracking. He got up and walked over to the bed. He sat down and picked up the leathery, old, falling apart in your hand, book that was a combination of years of hard work and shit that would make you go insane if you found out they were true. He flipped to a section labeled 'Ghosts and the Paranormal.' Dean scoffed.

"This should be interesting." He Whispered. But after a few pages of reading, dean couldn't concentrate. His mid was set on something else. That stupid, cute, bossy, adorable, short, baby who he was madly In love with.

"Damnit Cas!" Dean yelled.

He threw the book on the floor and fell back into the semi-soft bed. He sat for a moment. The silence was digging into his ears. He could barley take it. Something about being alone with your own thoughts really drives you mad.

"God I need a drink." He sat up and looked at the, not-so-mini-bar-anymore. He got up and walk about half way, until something caught his eye. His fathers book, lay open on the floor, but at a particular page. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"How did dad know?" He said quietly but with a harsh tone.

The book lay open on a page that stated 'Angels'. Dean moved over to it with caution. He picked up the book and looked it over. His eyes caught a small drawing of a pair of wings. He raised an eyebrow. A list of facts placed next to lines, pointing to different parts of the wings. He touched the paper, tracing his fingers along the words and reading them silently to himself.

'Angel wings are extremely sensitive. Even though angels may not have feelings, this gives them pleasure. Use this to overcome them. In cause the wings are not visible, a specific spot on the back of there back between the two shoulder blades, can push the wings into existence.' Deans face turned bright red. He quickly closed the book and laid it on the table next to the Bed.

"H-how would dad know all of this?" He mumbled. But his sentence was cut short by the beer he had gotten. He took a huge drink and sighed. That's when Sam walked through the door.

"Hey dean. I'm back. They ran out of Harchwitch, so I got you Bud Light. Sorry- Oh god dammit dean!! Why do I always come back to some kind of mess!!" Sam said as he put the multiple brown paper bags of groceries on a table and pointed to the broken bottle on the floor.

"Come on Sammy. I'm sorry." Dean said

"I told you to stop calling me that dean." Sam said with a tone of annoyance.