Destiel One-Shots

Not Your Usual Wing Wednesday*

   "Oh no. You aren't getting in there." Dean says, firmly placing his hand flat against his best friend's chest. A definite tension fills the air around them as Cas stares, unimpressed, at Dean's dirt smudged face.

   "Dean!" Sam's voice breaks through the bubble the two men were previously in. The older hunter shifts his gaze to his younger brother, only to be met with with Sam's classic, glaring bitch face. Dean huffs out a breath, looking between the other two who always seem to gang up on him now. Finally, he settles his gaze on Sam, silently demanding to know what was wrong. "We can't just leave him here, Dean." He adds on. Dean glares back.

   "I don't want him in the car, Sammy! Who knows what those... things could do to the inside of my car!" Dean gestures widely to the two very large, very visible, wings now protruding from Cas's back, each as long as he was tall, if not longer. Cas frowns at Dean's words.

   "Dean." He says, pulling the hunter's eyes back to his face. "I am fully capable of controlling my wings. Just because they are now corporeal does not mean I have lost my ability to keep them under control." Just as the words leave his mouth, both of the inky black wings stretch out behind him, seemingly flexing in the somewhat chilly air surrounding them. The action does nothing to soothe the uneasiness settling deep in Dean's gut.

   "No. Absolutely not! I let a lot of things slide when it comes to my car, but this?! Uh-uh." Dean shakes his head, trying to put his foot down. He knows he's already lost though. It seems like nowadays he's always losing arguments against his brother and best friend. Across the roof of the car, Sam clenches his jaw, settling hard eyes on his brother. Throwing his hands up, he turns his back on both of them.

   "Fine. God, fine!" Turning back around, he faces Cas and points an already accusing finger at him. "Just keep a lid on 'em, alright? I don't want any of my windows getting blown out because you sneezed!" Cas glares at him, but tucks his wings up tightly against his back as he strides toward the back door of the Impala. Without even another glance at Dean, he rips the door open and climbs inside. Dean involuntarily winces as Cas slams the door closed behind him.

   "Really, Dean?" Sam grouches across from him, still not making a move to get into the car.

   "What?!" Dean cries in exasperation. Sam lifts an incredulous eyebrow at him.

   "Dean, it's our fault he got landed with those things in the first place. You know how reluctant he was to perform that spell, but we needed that angel feather, so he sucked it up and did as we asked. He warned us that this might happen. You didn't seem so concerned about it before." Dean grimaces as Sam stops talking. Of course he knew the potential consequences. He just didn't fully realize those consequences until they were headed straight for his car.

   "Dude, I know that!" He hisses back, worried about Cas overhearing them arguing about him. "And I feel awful, I do, but... can't he just, I don't know, fly back to the bunker? I mean, come on, he's got wings, dammit!" Dean flinches as the back door opens and Cas climbs back out again.

   "You both do realize that I can hear everything you say, right?" He says, face only showing mild irritation. Turning to face Dean, that irritation builds exponentially. "And Dean," he starts aggressively, "don't you think I thought of merely flying back? For whatever reason, while my wings are visible to human kind I am unable to use them to their full extent. They would not support my weight long enough to get back to the bunker." Dean reddens slightly as Cas looks back at Sam again. "Now, the longer we stay here, the greater the chance that another human could see my wings. Can we please go?" Dean swallows thickly and nods.

   "Yeah, Cas. We can go." Dean mumbles, pulling open the driver door and sliding in. Cas mumbles something that could be a thank you, but the words get lost in the noise of Sam climbing into the car and closing his door as well. With a quick glance at his winged best friend in the rear view mirror, Dean starts the car. For once, the rumble of Baby's engine does nothing to soothe his fraying nerves.