Why doesn't anyone love me?

Tv and Nightmares

We ended up hanging it up in his hallway. He really loved it and I was happy he did. We didn't talk about what happened in his office.

It's true though, I was told that if your new 'Leader' wanted something dirty, or if they're doing something dirty, you do it and help them.

I found it gross.

I mean I want to have sex, yes, but I don't want to do it because someone was making me.

Dean took me to his room and we were watching a movie called 'Harry Potter.'

He's making me watch it and I have my wings folded over myself and him. My wing was behind his back, slightly off the couch as well. My other was covering me like a blanket. Dean didn't mind and I'm glad he didn't, because it was comfy.

He touched my wing slightly and I folded my wing over him, like a half blanket.

"Your wings are so big, and pretty," he said and I blushed slightly.

"Thank you Dean," I said and watched as an angry old man was yelling at a kid, about throwing something into a 'Goblet of Fire.'

Dean then yawned and rested his arm on my shoulders. I blushed and smiled shyly.

The movie continued and Dean watched happily. I rested my head on his shoulder, tired. It was only 8 pm but before I got here, we  slept around 8, because that was closing time. Anyone who was caught being awake was... killed.

"You tired angel?" Dean asked softly.

I melted at the nickname.

"Kind of yes. I'm not used to staying up late," I said closing my eyes.

"If you need to sleep, you can go to your bed. You don't have to stay awake," Dean said softly.

I nodded but stayed there, I liked his warmth and comfort. My wings always twitched happily when I notice him. They also relaxed when I was near him. Wings were weird but I love them.

I eventually fell asleep.

I woke up to a nightmare.

My eyes opened and I looked at Dean terrified. He was looking at me worriedly.

"Are you okay Cas?" He asked softly and I shook my head.

I started crying.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. He rubbed my back, careful with the twitching wings, and played with my hair comforting.

"It was only a nightmare Cas, it's okay, you'll be okay," Dean said soothingly.

"My wings... people r-ripped my w-wings off. They burn-burned them. B-blacker then they are now. Dean... there not going to do that right? The other angels? Y-you?" I asked trying to control my crying.

"No, no one is going to take your wings Castiel, I promise you that. Not while I'm here," Dean said protectively, pulling me closer.

He then picked me up and brought me to bed. Before he sat me down I asked quietly.

"Can I sleep with you?"

He nodded and smiled at me. He placed me gently on his bed, as I let me wings spread out slightly. They both were hanging off of the bed as I lied on my side. Dean lied next to me and smiled. He wiped away my tears.

"Are you okay now angel?" Dean asked softly.

"Yes Dean, thank you," I said happily and cuddled up close to him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

"Goodnight Dean," I said softly.

"Goodnight Castiel," Dean said softly.

I closed my eyes and almost heard him say something else. I then fell asleep soundly.