Castiel Imagines {BEING UPDATED/REQUEST OPEN}

Broken Angel Wings

You always wanted to see Cas' wings, but you couldn't because you were a human. You saw outlines when he showed up after rescuing your brother, Dean, from Hell, but that's about it.

"Hey, Cas?" You asked while sitting down at the table with a book.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" Castiel asked while shutting the laptop lid. You were both doing research for a case.

"How come humans can't see angel wings?"

"Not this again," he sighed.

"What? Can't a girl be curious?"

"You're not able to see our wings. I don't know why, but you're just not able to."

You frowned and opened up the book about folklore. You really wanted to see his wings, to see what color they are, to see how they were shaped, to see the millions of feathers.

"There is a way you can see them," Cas said while digging something out of his coat pocket. It was a pair of glasses.

"Cas, how will this help exactly?" You asked while bookmarking the page.

"They're made in holy fire, it helps see Hellhounds and angel wings. Dean used them once, but that was once. You can use them." Cas told you while handing you the glasses.

"Really?!" You yelled with excitement.

Cas nodded while you slipped the glasses on. It really didn't do anything, except there were huge black broken wings behind Cas.

"Y-your wings," you gasped out. "What happened? Why are they broken?"

"I fell from Heaven. They caught on fire and they got burned." He said sadly.

"Please tell me there's a way of fixing them," you told Cas quietly.

Cas just shook his head. "No, there's no way."

You slowly walked up to him, you reached your hand out and lightly touched what was left of his right wing.

"It's getting late," Cas said while you took your hand back. "You should go to bed."

"Ok," you said while removing the glasses. "You should get some sleep too. I know angels don't sleep but you look like crap."

You went to your room and Cas followed behind. You guys always shared the same bed. It's just how it went.

You got into your pajamas and Cas took off his layers and put on a pair of Dean's sweatpants.

"Castiel, come here," you said while sitting on the bed.

"Why?" He asked while doing the command.

"Now lay on your side, with your back facing towards me."

He did and you put the glasses back on. There were feathers falling off and torn. There were chunks of his wings missing.

You leaned down and planted a kiss on the area between his wings, causing Cas to shudder.

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Cas asked while not moving.

"I can't really heal your wings, but they always said that kisses heal wounds. It's something Mom used to do when I got hurt."

"Why are you doing this?" Cas asked while turning to face you.

"Because I love you, Castiel."

"But I'm broken," Cas said quietly while sitting up.

You let out a little laugh, "Cas, we're all broken. Especially me. Out of the whole Winchester clan, you would believe the Dean was the most broken, but he's not. He's nothing to compared to me."

"You're not broken," Cas said quietly. "I am, I disobeyed Heaven. That's the worst thing an angel can do, and I did it on free will. I'm broken because of my choice."

"Aw, Cas," you said as you hugged him, "You did what you thought was right, yes, you may be broken, but we all have our little flaws. We're perfectly imperfect, we both are."

Cas sighed and laid down and you did the same. You removed the glasses and put them on the nightstand next to the bed.

"I can still see your wings," you said quietly, "even without the glasses, I can see those broken wings of yours. Are they wrapped around me?"

"Yes," Cas said softly.

"That's fine, thanks, Cas," you said tiredly as you fell asleep.