Destiel

Ice Skates and Dripping Wings Pt. 2

The TBC of it's Part 1.

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Dean took a long drink from his beer. When he put the bottle down, Cas is looking up at him with one eyebrow cocked.

"What?"

"You drink a lot of alcohol, Dean," the flexing if his wings only adds to his point.

"Yeah."

"I don't think that's healthy for humans," Cas set down his soup and puts a hand out - motioning to give him the bottle.

"You're right; it's not. But it works for me." He notices Cas's signature Dean, no look and forfeits the beer, "fine. you win."

The angel smiled and craned his neck to land a kiss on Dean's cheek. "I love you too much to worry about your alcholic obsessions."

Sam almost choked on an inhaled tomato, and Dean tried to hold in his laughter.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just...don't worry about it." Dean eyes the half-empty beer bottle in Cas's hand, "are you...gonna drink that...?"

But the hunter only gets an adament really?? look and throws his hand up defensively. Cas set the bottle on the nightstand just in time to sneeze into his blankets. He pulled a tissue from the box Dean passed him with a stuffed up "thank you". The older Winchester ran a hand gently over the down of Cas's wings and laid a kiss above his ear.

Dean pulled up the blankets on the bed and motioned Cas under them, which there was no arguement there. He felt the angel's head nestle against his stomach and an arm wrap around his waist. Cas's large wings curled in to allow for more room. At some point, an "I love you" was mumbled into Dean's shirt.

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