The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 10: Wings

My favourite thing about the bunker was definitely the library. It had such a huge selection of books on literally everything supernatural. It was breath taking. Some were so old, the leather feeling incredibly soft and fragile in my hands. They were like works of art. I wasn't sure how many of them I had read so far, but the number was quite high. It made the long nights pass faster, when Sam and Dean were sleeping. At least, before I had started laying in Deans room with him while he slept.

As much as I was enjoying what the bunkers collection had to offer, I really wanted to try reading a couple of books called 'fiction'. Which were basically made up stories about everything under the sun. Jimmy had suggested it when he noticed how much I loved to read. He had told me that his favourites were The lord of the rings trilogy, written by a man named 'Tolkien'. I figured that was a place for me to start. Jimmy corrected me, you have to start with The Hobbit, then the trilogy. Yessir.  I looked up from the book currently in my hands 'Naiads, water sprites, and mermaids: a history', my eyes searching for Dean. I didn't see him, but spotted Sam at the study table with his laptop in front of him.

"Hey, Sam? Where's Dean?" I asked.

"He's napping in his room... he told us what he was doing when he went. You must have been really zoned out," Sam said in my general direction, preoccupied with something on his screen.

"I find books absolutely fascinating," I said with wonder. "Although Jimmy has suggested I try reading some fiction. He recommended The Hobbit and The Lord Of The Rings trilogy."

Sam turned to look at me with interest, "Definitely! I love those books. You've got to read them Cas!" He said with excitement. "Then we can watch all the movies after!"

"Do you know where I could get them?" I asked him.

He nodded, "There's a bookstore not far from here, I can take you if you'd like?"

"Thanks Sam, but I can just fly," I said as stood up, letting my wings unfurl and stretch around me. I looked at the glossy black feathers proudly, shaking them out.

Sam was giving me an odd look, "What are you looking at, Cas?" He asked, trying to see it too.

"My wings," I said simply, reaching out to fix a feather that was out of place.

His eyes widened. "You mean you have them out, right now?" I nodded as an answer. "I thought I heard fluttering. Why can't I see them?" He asked, looking around me again.

I was about to answer when I heard Dean walking into the room, "Hey guys, what's u-" he stopped with a gasp. I turned to see him staring at me, mouth wide open. My heart jumped with concern.

"Dean? What's wrong?" I asked quickly, concern covering my tone as I walked towards him. I tucked my wings as I made my way over, but stopped in my tracks. I had thought that Dean was staring at me, but he was staring at something over my shoulder. I turned around to see what he was looking at, but saw nothing. I rotated back around and regarded him curiously. "Dean?"

He took a step closer to me. "Cas... Cas, I- I can see your wings," he stammered in wonder, his eyes unmoving.

I took a step back in shock. Whaaaaat? He can see them? That's not possible. Not even other angels had seen my wings. It just wasn't possible. I felt my mouth hanging open as I looked from him, to my wings, and back. Yes, it appears that that is what he'd been staring at... still, not possible.

Sam got up from the table, coming to stand beside Dean. He tilted his head as he regarded me, trying to see what Dean was apparently seeing. "I don't see anything," he said. He looked up at my face, "Uhh... Cas... you don't look so good. You okay?" He asked gently, frowning with concern.