The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 15: First kiss

I woke up feeling arms around me, and a little weightless. I blinked a couple of times, looking up to see Cas's chin above me. I realized with a chuckle that he was carrying me bridal style to my room. I snuggled back down in his arms, nuzzling my face into his neck. He tilted his head to brush it against me, returning the gesture. I sighed happily, closing my eyes again.

He gently laid me down on the bed, trying not to wake me again. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on top of me. He laughed and laid his body next to mine in the bed. I dragged myself over to him, laying my head on his chest and winding my arm around his waist. He brought his arms up to circle me, pulling me a little closer and burying his face in my hair. I smiled.

"You're getting better at this human cuddling thing Cas," I mumbled out, barely above a whisper.

He seemed to understand my incoherent speech though. "Thank you Dean. You are allowing me lots of practice." He said seriously.

I wrapped a leg around his and felt myself fading off to sleep again.

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I heard Sam in the hallway around 6am, heading out for his morning run. Dean was still sprawled across the bed with his head on my chest, snoring softly. The door was standing open, and Sam poked his head in as he passed. He smiled a soft smile at me, glancing down at Dean.

"Mornin' Cas," he whispered, still smiling at the scene in front of him.

"Good morning Sam. Enjoy your run," I said quietly, not wanting to wake Dean. He nodded at me and left.

Despite my being quiet, the vibrations in my chest from speaking made Dean stir. He blinked his eyes sleepily in the darkness, searching for mine. But instead, he spotted my outstretched wings laying across the room. It felt nice to have them out, able to stretch them as I please. I felt them tremble a little under his gaze, before settling back down. He tore his gaze away from my black feathers and found my eyes.

"I'll never get used to those," he said in awe, his eyes sparkling in the dark.

I blushed at his tone and the look in his eyes. "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to you being able to see them," I replied. "I've been alive a very long time, and never has another being been able to see them."

"Well I'm glad I can, they're incredible Cas," he said, reaching a hand out to stroke the feathers.

I shivered in response to his touch, not wanting him to stop. I closed my eyes as he trailed his hand down my wing, his fingers looking for the down feathers. He seemed to like them best. That or he realized they were the most sensitive, the most likely to get a severe reaction out of me. Either way, I didn't mind. It felt incredible. Like a shockwave of heat through my body every time his hand moved in the feathers. It made me want more, made me desperate for it. I understood it as lust, though it was something I had never felt before. Perhaps that was because no one had ever been able to touch my wings before. Perhaps it's because you've never had a soulmate before. Or that you've never loved someone before. Jimmy may have a point there too.

I was jerked out of my thoughts as a wave of heat passed through me. My eyes flew open and saw a mischievous grin forming on Deans face.

"Dean..." I said in a warning tone, my voice shaking.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, already knowing my answer. I shook my head.

He moved his fingers around in the down again, ripping a moan out of my chest. He stopped to pull my shirt over my head, and proceeded to take off his own. I could feel my hair standing up, but didn't care as he placed one hand back on my wing, and one in my hair. I brought my hands to his back, feeling his muscles as they moved under his skin. He moved my feathers just then, making me convulse. I dragged my nails down his back involuntarily, and he moaned loudly. My hands were on his hips as I yanked him down, our bodies crashing together. His nose was touching mine and we both froze at feeling the whisper of each others lips.