Destiel One Shots

76. SO MUCH WING FLUFF! XD

Cas couldn't stop laughing.

"DEAN! CUT IT OUT!" He yelled.

"Make me!" Dean retaliated.

Cas was bursting from all his laughter. His face was as red as a sunburnt tomato. It just... tickled.

"DEAN! I CAN'T BREATHE! STOOOOP!"

"NEVER!"

He ended up knocking Dean over with his big, black, extremely ticklish wing. Dean was now in a fit of laughter on the ground while Cas was laying on the bed, snorting out his giggles. He couldn't handle it anymore.

"I hate being tickled, Dean." He laughed.

"Oh, yeah. You are really showing your hatred."

"How would you like it if I tickled you?"

"I'm not even ticklish. Good luck with that one."

"Oh, really?" Cas was on top of him in a split second. "Challenge accepted."

He started tickling his hunter's ribs, who was in another fit of laughter. He started kicking his feet in the air, flailing uncontrollably.

"C'MON, CAS! YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT! CUT IT OUT!"

"MAKE ME!"

He continued to tickle his ribs, Dean spazzing beneath him, until he somehow managed to smack his ex angel's forehead with his own. And it hurt like a bitch.

"OWWWW!" Cas yelled, climbing off of Dean. He sat with his back against the bed. He held his palm to his aching forehead.

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered, placing his hand on his forehead as well. "Cas, you okay?"

Cas only nodded, even though that really hurt. He wrapped himself up in his wings, which he still didn't know how he still had since he no longer had any grace, and was basically in a cocoon of his own feathers.

Dean stroked his wings. "Cas, let me see your head."

"I'm fine, Dean." His voice broke, his throat tightening and his eyes burning.

"Just let me see." He knew Cas wasn't used to this sort of pain, and he knew he wouldn't take it well.

Cas unwrapped his cocoon and showed Dean his forehead. It was already starting to bruise and Cas's eyes were filled with tears.

"It hurts, Dean." He sniffed.

"I'm sorry, Cas. It was an accident," He placed a gentle kiss on his angel's bruise. "Is that better?"

"No."

Dean half smiled at his bluntness. "You want some ice? It'll make you feel better."

"I thought that was called ice cream."

Dean laughed a little. "I mean some ice in an ice pack to put on your bruise."

He merely nodded in response. Dean went to get some ice. He put it in a small ice pack and returned to his room where Cas was. His angel was sitting against the bed, hugging his knees to his chest. He could've sworn he was crying.

He sat down beside him and wrapped his arms around him. "It's okay, Cas. It won't hurt forever. The ice will help. It's okay." He whispered.

"But... I-I've ne-never felt th-this sort of p-pain." He stammered.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll get used to it."

"Dean... I want my grace back. I-I want to b-be an angel again. I want t-to be immune t-to pain. I want t-to feel... secure. S-safe."

"Cas, you'll be safe with me. Okay? I promise."

"But I'm... s-scared."

"Shh, it's okay. Fear is a natural thing. It'll be okay. It'll be okay."

"D-Dean, if I c-can be so weakened by a s-simple hit on the head, I-I don't think I'm safe at all. I could just as easily d-die."

"Cas, you're not gonna die, okay? You hear me? I'm not letting you go that easily. I won't let you die. Nobody's dying just yet."

He took deep, cleansing breaths. "My head still hurts."

"That's what the ice pack is for."

Dean handed him the ice pack and he held it to his forehead. "It's very c-cold." He felt a shiver go down his spine at the sudden drop in temperature.

"That's how ice works. Feeling better, baby?"

He nodded and yawned. It was getting late, and he was feeling rather drowsy. He wrapped himself and Dean in his warm wings, and he felt better.

"C'mon, let's get in bed." Dean lifted his angel in his arms bridal style and rested him in the bed. He laid down beside him, stroking his wings gently.

Cas cracked a smile. "Dean, that tickles."

"I know." Dean smiled back.

"Tickling is the reason I have this bruise in the first place, stop it." He chuckled quietly, closing his eyes.

Dean was cuddled up next to his little angel, the ticklish wings wrapped around the pair. It was certainly a sufficient blanket.

Dean was fingering one of the feathers between his index finger and his thumb. Rather than laughter like he expected, he heard soft moans, which made him smile nonetheless.

"That feel good, baby?" He grinned. He got no reply. He looked up at his angel, who was smiling in his sleep. He smiled at the sight and started scratching his wing, which started flapping rapidly.

Cas chuckled sleepily. "Stop it."

He'd always wanted to do that. He could consider himself satisfied.

He kept listening to Cas's soft snoring until he drifted off to sleep.

(A/N: AWWW YEEEAAAH! So many more drafts and I'll be updating a lot more frequently! You're in for it now HAHAHA! And I feel like I caused feels. Sorry if I did. Okay bye.

Peace Off My Mini Marshminions!)