Twisted [A Destiel Highscool AU]

Chapter 11

So I'll admit it, I'm a little nervous by Monday. And by a little nervous I mean I hardly sleep at all the night before because of weird ass dreams that I keep having about Cas. I will never ever admit this to anyone, but one of the dreams included him kissing me. Very intimately.

And that's why I find myself getting ready for school about an hour earlier than I usually do because I just can't fucking sleep.

I check on Sam, creeping across the hall to peek into his room. He's still out like a light, curled tightly around his pillow and twitching slightly in his sleep. My lips curve up in a small smile because I love seeing Sammy like this, all relaxed and content. I take a few moments to look at him and just treasure his peaceful expression, then pad silently to the bathroom.

I start up the shower, absently humming as I strip down. Since I'm up so early I figure I might as well take the time to clean my wings. They definitely need it, what with all the things that have been irritating them lately.

I shudder quietly as I step under the warm stream of water, my eyes fluttering closed in bliss. I lean my forehead against the shower wall and let the water just run over my wings, cleansing them of the sweat and dirt and the weird, oily substance that been showing up amongst my feathers lately.

Suddenly curious as to what the oil could possibly be, I reach around behind myself and touch the tips of my fingers to the place on my back where my wings meet my shoulder blades. I know it has to be coming from my back because that's the only place I ever find it. I feel around carefully and oh so delicately, knowing from experience how sensitive to touch that particular area is. Even with my exaggerated caution, my touch still sends tingles of pleasure down my spine, but not enough to awaken an erection like it did the last time I did this.

I feel slowly up and down the bit of skin that is stretched tight by the flexible muscles that form my wings, probing at the line where skin becomes soft, downy feathers. After a moment, I feel a touch of the oily substance against my fingers and I follow the trail down the just beneath my wings. There, I find a small bump that I've never noticed before. I move my hand to the other side, twisting a little uncomfortably to manage it, and find a matching bump on the other side.

Weird.

I press down just the tiniest bit on one of the bumps and gasp, my wings flaring out at the touch. The feeling is... not exactly pleasant, but fantastic all the same. It leaves me breathless, shaky, and more than a little aroused, to the point that I almost miss the oily slickness that begins to coat my fingers.

"Well," I mumble, bringing my trembling hand around it front of me to examine the stuff. "Well." I stare at my fingers for a moment more before turning and carefully washing it off, pointedly thinking about dead puppies, math, and Led Zeppelin. Except that totally doesn't work because I end up thinking about my day with Cas, and just Cas in general and yeah, that's a problem.

I use up the rest of my extra hour in the shower, and most of my usual time. Sam peeks suspiciously around his door when I step into the hall, narrowing his eyes at me.

"I'm going to pretend I was asleep that whole time," he mutters as he shuffles past me into the bathroom.

"Sorry, Sammy," I call after him, wincing slightly. But honestly, I can't help but feel happy. Today I'm going to see Cas and to hell with angel hating, because I'm going to enjoy his company just as if he were a normal human.

With that attitude in mind, I happily board the bus and go to school. Sam keeps shooting me little smirks the whole time but I don't care. I'm excited.

My mood is apparently pretty obvious because Alfie takes note of it.

"What, did you get laid or something this weekend?" He teases, nudging my shoulder with his.