Underneath The Silken Feathers

Chapter 5 - His Saving Grace

Holy shit.

Dean's mind went blank. Any pain that he had been suffering from before suddenly vanished. All he could think about at this very moment was this incredibly gorgeous guy that was still on top of him trying to recollect himself. Hold up- not guy- Angel.

If Dean didn't have a wing fetish before- he did now. Dean noticed the large raven black wings that drooped over the Angels sides. His heart skipped a beat.

Holy shit.

The Angels hair was almost as dark as his wings. It went in almost every direction. Probably the sexiest bed-head Dean has ever seen. And his EYES.

You know when you go to the beach and you're looking out into the sea, and you're just standing there admiring the waves. And you're staring out into what seems like a never ending horizon, as if this beautiful ocean blue can go on for eternity? How it feels as if the horizon can stretch out into forever?

That's what Dean saw. And yeah, its cheesy as shit, But holy fuck it was true. Those deep blue eyes can go on forever.

Dean started observing him further, thinking things he probably shouldn't have.

Like how it would feel to run his hand through that dark, unruly hair or what his feathers feel like between his fingers. His skin pink lips were slightly chapped but full, and there he could make out a light dusting stubble and Dean wondered what it would feel like against his-

Okay, maybe he was letting his mind wonder too far. But that wouldn't stop the thoughts from flooding in any less.

"Oh- oh my gosh I am SO SO sorry I-I-I-I I didn't see you- UGH I am SO SORRY I should have looked where I was going I didn't mean to I was ... I-"

The boy was rambling on an apology fast but Dean couldn't think of anything else besides how in complete awe he was at how this incredibly hot Angel had smashed into him. It was like a fairy tale come to life!

Dean hadn't known how much of a creep he probably was for staring until the Angel quickly got off him. That was when Dean realized he would probably need to speak.

"Uh...ah... I...nah...I-I"

Oh. Smooth Dean. You have such a way with words. He flushed a hot shade of red in both embarrassment and because his body got a little too warm from the fact that the Angel was on top of him moments before.

"Oh no... C-can you speak? Please tell me I didn't hit you so hard you can't even speak!" The Angel boy was now looking nervous as ever, running a hand through his hair and there goes Deans imagination again.

Dean still couldn't speak, but he knew he had to give SOME kind of answer. He shook his head rapidly. It was the best he could do.

The winged boy gave a sigh of relieve but his expression was still worried. He started to look rather upset, and Dean noticed his wings give a slight twitch, then watched as he folded them tightly against his back no longer stretched out where Dean could gaze at them. He frowned, a little disappointed.

A hand was reached out before him and he stared at dumfounded until he realized it was meant for him to take. Dean reluctantly grabbed it, taking note on how firm the boy's hand was and- ... UGH DEAN STOP IT.

Dean stood and dusted himself off, before looking at the Angel. The boy was twiddling his thumbs and looking at the ground. His beautiful wings were folded even tighter against his back and he was rocking on his heals, wearing the cutest blush on his cheeks. Dean couldn't help thinking about how absolutely adorable he was. Adorable? Cute? Since when does this Winchester use the words Adorable and Cute?