Why doesn't anyone love me?

What Did I Just Do?

I woke up to Dean snuggled up against me. I froze, and tried to pull away. Sla-servants we're not allowed to sleep with there masters. Hell if they looked at them the wrong way they would probably get hit.

I heard him make a small noise, as he opened his eyes slowly, one after another. He looked at the position we were both in, and... smiled.

"Mornin' Cas," he said with his morning voice.

"H-hello Dean. I'm so sorry, I'll move I-"
"Don't be sorry Cas. I forgot to tell you it gets a bit chilly in here. I forgot to turn the heat up," Dean said chuckling.

"You're not... mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Servants aren't allowed to sleep with there masters," I said nervously.

"No, but you were cold. I'd rather you sleep with me then getting cold," Dean said with a smile.

I tried not to blush, as my wings nervously were twitching. They were kind of itchy but I didn't want to open them, I was told that only masters told there slaves to open there wings.

Dean must've noticed though because he looked at me curiously.

"Are you okay? I could massage or scratch your wings if you would like," he said softly.

"N-no I'm okay. I'll be fine," I said moving away from Dean slightly.

Dean accepted me pushing away from him, and  took his arm, that was resting on my waist, off of me.

"If you ever need one, I'm here. You can stretch them out too if you would like," Dean said smiling.

I nodded, and stretched them out. It felt amazing. I watched Dean stare at them in wonder and happiness.

"Can I... can I touch them?" He asked excitedly.

I nodded chuckling slightly.

"Don't your servants have wings as well?" I asked curiously.

"Some do... some don't. Some masters weren't good with them in the past. I'll let you see them soon, just not right now," he said reaching out for my left wing.

He touched my wing, and smiled happily. He started rubbing his hands around them, feeling the softness of them. He touched the base of my wing, and I almost moaned. He looked at me and took his hand off of my wing.

"You okay there Cas? I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked worried.

I shook my head.

"No, you didn't hurt me. It's a sensitive spot. I'm sorry, you can still touch them, just don't touch there. You won't like what happens," I said quietly.

"What would happen?" He asked curiously.

"I don't want to explain it, it's rather embarrassing. I'll explain a little bit though, basically that's our 'mating spot.' If another angel, or someone, touches that spot, the angel gets... really horny. Then the angel would want too... 'do it,'" I said blushing and using quotation marks.

Dean nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I won't touch there again," Dean said, almost apologetically.

"Don't be sorry. It's my fault for not telling. You can still touch them though," I said smiling slightly.

"Okay," he said smiling at me.

He touched them again, lightly massaging them slightly. It felt good. I stared at him smiling. I then jokingly wrapped my wings around both of us, because they were huge, and started giggling. Dean looked at the wings surrounding the both of us, and looked at me smiling happily. He started chuckling.

"You dork," he said still chuckling.

"I'm not a dork!" I said still giggling.

"You're adorable when you giggle you know that?" Dean asked suddenly.

I started blushing and put my wings close to my back, but not close so that it hurt.

"T-thank you," I said quietly, still blushing.

Dean got up, and grabbed some clothes.

"I'm going to get changed, you can too if you want. I'll let you change in here. I'll be in the bathroom if you need me," he said smiling and walked into the bathroom.

I was still blushing a bit, as I grabbed some clothes from my dresser. I skipped them on, thankful for the holes where my wings slipped through. Dean walked out and looked at me, just staring.

"Earth to Dean?" I asked chuckling slightly.

"Sorry- I um- sorry," he said snapping out of his trance.

He cleared his throat, and put a big smile on his face.

"Lets go have breakfast. I can smell the bacon from here," he said motioning me to walk out of the bedroom with him.

I nodded and followed him, smelling bacon as well. As we walked downstairs, I could see he hesitated putting his arm on my shoulder. When he tried again, I leaned into the touch, feeling safe and comfortable. I could see a small blush creeping on his face, and I chuckled quietly.

Hey this is the author here, and I am so happy that this story got to #1 in the wing kink. Thank you so much! I love you all and I hope you all have a wonderful day!