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06/04 monday 1. Feather (English)

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Dean has heard the known sound of wings more than enough for the day, or so he thought while getting ready to sleep.
"Hello, Dean," the annoyingly familiar voice of the angel never stopped to surprise him, "Cas, perso-" Dean opened, but stopped when he saw that there was no personal space violation.
"So, what are you up to Cas?" Dean asked while he looked for his robe in the messy closet. Sam insisted he'd wash it but because if that he accidentally dropped it into the closet with the rest of his clean clothes.
"I came to ask you for a favor," Cas said, 'am I imagining or is he blushing?' Dean thought to himself, "Sure buddy, what do you need?"
"It is rather physical than material." Cas said. Dean gave him a questioning look, "I need you to kiss me." Cas said with a completely straight face.
"W-what?" Dean asked, blushing lightly. "My apologies, I'm sorry for asking, I'll leave now." Cas mumbled, he was ready to leave, but a hand on his wrist -Dean's hand- stopped him.
"I didn't say I wouldn't. I just, I guess I was- am shocked. I'm kind of curious, why though?" Dean asked, his grasp on Cas's wrist begins to loosen up but he still holds it. "Well, my wings are getting itches every time I'm next to you. know that's a sigh of desire before regenerating, and the only way to stop it is to give them the affection they want." Cas started explaining, he stepped a little closer to Dean.
"It could have been anyone, but I just have the feeling that asking Sam seems less right than asking you." He stepped one more time, standing right in front of Dean, waiting for his response.
"Um, I can do it. It's just a kiss, right? Doesn't mean anything." Dean said, looking for something unknown in his friend's face.
Cas was a little disappointed in Dean's words. He couldn't figure out why, perhaps it was related to the fact his wings kept itching, pushing him to do it.
"Will you?" Cas asks, his voice is getting lower, "what?" Dean asks in return, his face moving a bit closer towards Cas's, "kiss me?" Cas asks with a voice so low it's above a whisper. Dean doesn't answer. Well, not with words.
He puts his hand on Cas's cheek, looking into his eyes before pushing his lips onto Cas's kind of hard ones. Dean's other hand slide to Cas's back while Cas's hand are on his neck, pulling him closer.
They break apart, something in Dean doesn't want too.
"I have a confession," Cas whispered, his eyes still fixed on Dean's lips. "I lied."
"What was the lie?" Dean hums, "when I said it could be anyone, it doesn't," Cas brought his blue eyes to Dean's green ones, "it had to be someone I desire. My wings can't regenerate unless I give them the affection they need, that I need." "Well, I lied too," Dean responded. Cas looked at him, "it does mean anything. It means a hell of a lot." Dean said and Pinned their lips together once again. Dean's hand goes up Cas's back, only to come back down with something black and furry in it. A Feather. Castiel's Feather. He snuck it into his pocket, not letting go of the angel.
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