A Collection Destiel Stories (WARNING SMUT)

A Little Help From My Friends

                                SMUT WARNING
           Wing!Kink, Bottom!Cas, OilGland!Kink

      "Castiel, It's me... Dean... Your little human hunter friend... I am in a bit of a bind... There are Vampires everywhere and I can't figure out how to get the hell out of dodge... Sam isn't with me and I could really use some back up... so if you got your ears on... head my way... ah... Amen?" I whisper in the dank, darkness of the room I am hiding in. It reeks of mildew and dust. Fucking vampires. They really choose five star places to live in. I hear a creaking down the hall and I hold my breath.
"I swear to god, Ricky! I heard someone..." a female voice whines. "There ain't no one here 'cept us." A male voice, I assume Ricky, replies. I wish I could run out there and gank them, but I literally have nothing on me, except a gun.. which won't do jackshit against a vampire. I thought I maybe heard a noise while walking back to Baby after grabbing some food for Sam and I, and instead of driving away (Like a sane human being) I decide to investigate the creepy ass abandoned hotel.
     I hear the footsteps advance down the corridor. I slowly release my breath. "Cas... please... I know your a busy... angel, but I really need some help." I close my eyes and clasp my hands together, "So, please come help me get out of here!" A few seconds, and the soft fluttering if wings later, Cas appears, outlined in silver by the thin beams of moonlight peering through the boarded up windows. "Hello Dean." He says, gravely voice seeming like explosions in the once silent room. I nod at him and say, "Hey, we got to get out for here." He returns my nod and grabs my arm.
     The world spins around me and the ground vanishes beneath my feet. The next thing I know I am back in the parking lot next to Baby. "Thanks." I say, giving Cas a pat on the shoulder. "No problem." He replies and prepares to leave again. I stop him, "Hey, uh, before you go... I was wondering... where were you before I called to you?"
"I was preening and grooming my wings." He says, like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Preening and grooming your wings.... that sounds awesome!"
"It's actually rather tedious and aggravating work. I can never reach all of my feathers and I always pull something in my shoulder trying to get oil from my gland... it's very a laborious task."
"Well, you know that I could always help you with things like that... just like how you can help me escape a nest of Vampires."
"I don't think that they hold the same gravitas...", Cas cracks a smile, "But I appreciate the offer."
"I'm just saying, that you always do things for me, but I hardly ever return the favor."
"Nonsense, your presence in my life is enough for me."
"Okay, but just know that I am willing to help you with anything. Okay?"
"Okay..." he stops, a pensive look scrambling his calm features, "I suppose... if you were really serious about helping me with my grooming..."
"I am. Whatever you need, Cas."
"Then I suppose I could use a little assistance."
"Great. Let's get back to the bunker." I walk around the hood of Baby and slide in the driver seat. Cas hops in the passenger side and gives me a nervous smile before I pull off.
     "Dean, there is something you should know about... grooming my wings..." Cas says, about a mile from the bunker. "Okay." I say, watching for my exit off the highway. "Among angels... touching or... preening someone else's wings is a very... intimate activity to partake in..."
"Okay... are you saying that you're changing your mind?"
"No, no! I mean... I just wanted to tell you, so you could back out of it makes you uncomfortable..."
"It's only weird if we make it weird." I reason.
"Okay, but there is one other thing... I've only had my wings touched once before, and it was by accident. All I know is that the underside is very... erm... sensitive..." Cas looks down at his shoes.
"Sensitive... like arousing?"
"Yes. Exactly."
"That's okay Cas. If I do something you don't like, tell me to stop." Cas nods and looks out the window, apparently satisfied by how this conversation ended.
     "Sam!! I got food!" I call, making my way down the iron staircase. Sam looks up from his laptop and his eyebrows furrow, "You've been gone for a while."
"Yeah, I had a run in with some vampires, but Cas saved me." I gesture to the angel behind me. Sam nods and reaches for the bag in my hand. I hand it to him and turn to Cas, "Okay, I ate on the road. So I guess we can..." Cas shakes his head and mouthes 'Don't tell Sam', "I am going to head to bed..." Sam nods and dives in to his meal. I walk down the hall and hear Cas following me. "Why couldn't I tell Sam?"
"I don't want him to see my wings, and I know he'll be curious if I say something about it." Cas grumbles. I nod. We enter my room and stare at each other for several seconds. Then Cas moves to take off his coat. "Whoa..." I hold up my hands in a fake surrender, "Whatcha doing, Cas?"
"I have to remove my clothing, or else my wings will tear through it."
"Okay, just warn a guy." He continues until he stands before me, pale, lean chest exposed.
"Shut your eyes." He commands. I do and then a blinding light emits from behind my eyelids. Slowly it fades away, "Okay. You can open them now." Two beautiful, only black wings cascade out of Cas's back. They are gorgeous and the light hitting off of them reflects back in rainbows. "Cas... they are beautiful." I gasp, moving forward instinctively. "Thank you." He says, blush rising on his neck, "We should get started... I'll talk you through it... okay?" I nod, still a little entranced. He sits on my bed, back to me, "You need to straighten out any bent or ruffled feathers, and pluck any weak ones..." I hesitantly place my hand on the silky, soft feathers. I run my hand down and find that any misplaced feathers move back in line rather easily. Soon I have the outside of both wings back in order. "Okay... remember the underside is sensitive..." He warns.
"I remember... how do you want me to..."
"Just come sit in front of me." He pats the spot he intends for me to sit. I settle in and marvel at the black tufts again. I slowly run my fingers down the side of a bent feather, being as gentle (or featherlight) as I can. Cas shudders at the contact, eyes sliding closed. He does a pretty good job of hiding the effect my touching has on him, breath hitching, small trembles, and muffled moans. I dig my fingers a little deeper, seeing a feather turned completely sideways, and Cas lets out a full blown moan. "Sorry..." He breathes.
I smirk, "It's okay, Cas..." When I'm done with both wings, Cas has a sheen of sweat and I'm pretty sure an impressive hard on. "Okay... I think I'm done." I say, stepping back and admiring my work. For some reason, the wings don't seem as oily and only as they did before, "Hey Cas... you wings don't seem as shiny..."
"Yes, thats step two." He takes a shuddering breath, "I have an oil gland near the base of each wing. Said oil keeps my wings aerodynamic and promotes healthy feather growth..."
"Dude you sound like a commercial." He smiles at that. I walk around to the other side of Cas, "So... how do I get the oil out?"
"You'll feel a walnut sized lump at the base of my wing... rub around it and it should release some oil for you... you only have to coat one side, the rest will soak through." I trail my hand down the arch of his left wing until I feel the lump he mentioned. He moans when I start to stimulate it. "I didn't know that they were," Moan, "Sensitive.." he moans again and a warm liquid pools in my palm. I raise it up to my nose, just out of curiosity. It smells minty... and ocean-y... if that is even a thing. I debate whether tasting it would be a bad idea, and decide against it. I run the oil slicked hand down a column of feathers, watching as the start to gleam. Soon I'm out of oil, and go back for more, Cas moaning and keening at my ministrations. It's not long before my own cock takes interest in the sounds the angel is making, weeping in my jeans. "Cas... this maybe weird, but can I take off my pants..."
"Why?" He mumbles, almost sleepily.
"Uh... well... I just think I'd be more comfortable..."
"Do you have an erection, Dean?"
"Uh..."
"Relax, it's your body's natural reaction. I would be worried if you didn't have one... Go ahead and remove your pants." I unzip my pants, with oil coated fingers, and slide them down my legs. Once I have a little relief I return to the task at hand, lazily trailing my digits over the furled gland, until it oozes the oil I need. It's near the end now, almost all the feathers gleam like the night sky, I repeat the same motion on the gland, not paying attention and suddenly the Angel lets out shout. I jerk my hand away, searching for what I did wrong. "Do that again!! Please Dean!!" Cas moans.
"I don't know what I did.." I explain.
"You pushed your finger into my gland! It felt amazing!" Cas is shuddering all over, wings flapping ever so slightly, disturbing papers on my desk. I hesitantly push my finger into the gland. It was so warm, inside, my cock gives a violent twitch. "Oh! Dean!!" Cas throws his head back, lust making his features slack and... beautiful. I thrust my finger in and out, Cas getting louder with each passing second. "Dean!! I think I'm gonna..."
"Oh no you're not." I pull my finger out and push Cas face down on the bed. My underwear are the next thing to get pushed down, my dick slapping violently against my stomach. "Cas... can I..." I climb up and straddle his back the best I can. The tip of my cock brushed his gland and Cas moans again, "Yes! Please, Dean... I need..." I start pushing in, the air knocked out of me by the sheer tightness of his gland. Cas mewls and clutches the bedspread. I rock shallowly, not wanting to stretch him too far, but going in just enough to get some pleasure out of the action. I don't know exactly what happens next, I think I came and Cas did too, but everything kinda went hazy and then I'm pretty sure I blacked out.
     I wake up to the soft caress of feathers and an Angel drawing sigils on my chest. "Cas..." I mutter.
"Good morning, Dean." He says, a fondness creeping into his tone. "What the hell happened?"
"We had intercourse then you fell asleep."
"Oh..." I lift my hand up and cradle the Angel's face, "What does that make us now?"
"I believe that makes us boyfriends... of course, only if you want to be..." Cas drops his gaze. I press my lips to his, our first kiss, "Castiel, there is nothing I'd like more." He smiles and kisses me again.