Destiel One Shots

5. Are You Talking To Me Or My Father?

Cas got out of the shower and stretched his aching wings. Since he lost his grace, he couldn't hide them as well as he used to. He stretched them to their full extent. There were many feathers missing, and some fell off every now and then. But other than that, it wasn't too bad.

He walked into his guest bedroom, which was connected to the bathroom. He nearly dropped the towel around his waist when he saw Dean there. And Dean couldn't help but stare at Cas's big, black wings.

"Um, hello Dean." Cas greeted awkwardly.

"Uh... Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Have you always had those?"

"Yes. But I normally hide them from human sight. Now that I have no grace, I find that much more difficult." Dean approached him. He reached out to touch one of the wings, Cas flinching at the gesture.

"What?" Dean asked.

"They're a bit sensitive."

Dean half smiled. "I'll be gentle." He slowly stroked his left wing, causing Cas to clench his fist. It didn't hurt, it just... kinda tickled.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress a moan, but a small one managed to escape his lips. Dean chuckled.

"Does that feel good?"

"I've never... been touched this way before."

"There's a first time for everything." And in that moment of pure lust, Cas pressed his lips against Dean's. He didn't know why, he just did it. But Dean didn't object. He kissed him back. They pulled away and pressed their foreheads together.

"I don't know why I did that. I shouldn't have." Cas muttered.

"I'm not complaining."

"I should get dressed. I'm not wearing any clothes."

"You do that, and we'll pick up where we left off."

Cas quickly threw his clothes on while Dean waited outside the door. Once he finished with that, he opened the door. But before he could say anything, Dean was kissing him relentlessly. He kissed him back, and he could've sworn he heard Sam yell, "Get a room!" And they did just that.

They went into Cas's little bedroom, Dean closing the door. He started petting Cas's wings under his clothes, though he was a bit more aggressive this time. Cas couldn't help but let out a loud moan. Dean lifted him up and tossed him on the bed. He laid down next to him.

"God, I love you."

"Are you talking to me or my father?"

Dean laughed and kissed him. "Shut up. It's getting late, we should get some sleep."

"In the same bed?"

"Yep. In the same bed."

They snuggled close together, Dean almost asleep. But Cas couldn't sleep. He needed something clarified.

"Dean?"

"Hm?"

"Does this mean we are in a relationship?"

"I guess it does." Cas smiled and closed his eyes.

"Good. And I love you, too."

"Shut up and go to sleep, Cas. I know that may be a foreign concept for you, but every fallen angel needs their beauty rest." But Cas didn't respond. He was already sound asleep with his hunter in his arms.