Collection of Destiel

Trust Me

Prompt from anon: Castiel is very insecure about his wings for whatever reason and Dean and Sam need angel feathers for a spell. Cas can't get them on his own so he has to ask Dean to do it and gets upset or freaks out or something and some fluffy hurt/comfort happens.

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“These witch bitches are fucking getting on my nerves.” Dean growled as he slammed a handful of some mythical ingredient down on the bunker’s library table.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s usual temper and started to flip through the book to find a spell that would counteract the one now placed over the town they were staying in currently. “We need some burdock root, cypress, holyshock seeds, shisandra root, and feathers of an angel.”

“Feathers of an angel?” Dean titled his head back and stared down at the book settled on Sam’s lap. “Seriously?”

“Yupp.” Sam shut the book after scribbling the ingredients down and stood from his chair to stretch out his aching back. “I am going to go try and find these things, I think I saw an herb store on Main Street. You can call Cas down and get those feathers.”

“What? Why me?” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and glared lightly at his younger brother.

Sam winked before grabbing his jacket and starting for the door. “Cause he’s your angel. Also, hurry. We need to get this done as soon as possible.”

The front door opened and shut leaving Dean to shake his head lightly and try to forget what Sam had said about Cas being ‘his’ angel. Cas was an angel to all of humanity, Dean just happened to be a mission… a mission that ended Cas’ ties with heaven. Dean cursed himself for thinking about it too long.

“Cas! Get your ass down here!” Dean hollered as he picked up the book lightly and placed it back on one of the many shelves surrounding him. He didn’t want to have to ask Cas for a favor, because he knew that the angel would make it difficult, he always did.

A soft flutter sends a shiver down the hunter’s spine. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean whipped around with a warm smile he always reserved for the angel. They had been through a lot, and so Dean was confident Cas would have no problem forking over a couple feathers. But as their eyes met, he grew nervous that Cas would get angry at the request. Dean had never been allowed to witness his wings, so they rarely brought it up.

“I need you, Cas.” Dean fumbled with his hands at his side and shrugged lightly.

“What’s wrong?” Cas’ face instantly fell into a worried look that made Dean’s stomach turn a flip. “Are you in danger?”

“No.” Dean smirked lightly trying to play off the over protectiveness of ‘his’ angel. “Sam and I are working a case with witches… and we need something that we can only get from you.”

Cas let out a sharp breath and instinctively broadened his shoulders. “What do you need?”

“Angel feathers.”

“What?!” Cas ripped out a scream from his throat and turned into a terrified shaking mess as he started to fidget and take small steps back. “You can’t be serious!”

“Woah, calm down, Cas.” Dean felt guilt at making Cas react this way. He never meant for this reaction to happen, he never meant to make Cas look so pained. Dean took a few steps forward and grasped firmly onto Cas’ shaking shoulders. Staring warmly into the angel’s eyes, he let himself smile a little to show Cas that it was all okay. “If it makes you this crazy, we will find another way.”

Cas’ vessel stopped shaking and almost melted into Dean’s touch. His eyes raked over the hunter’s and he took a few deep breaths to calm him down. It wasn’t everyday someone asked for a few precious feathers from wings that were burnt black from Cas’ traitorous act of leaving Heaven. His wings used to be a brilliant white, the purest color that anyone would ever have the chance to lay their eyes upon. But now they are marked black as punishment for Cas’ betrayal. Cas couldn’t let Dean see ugly disgusting wings he was now cursed to bear.