Why Are You Hiding Your Wings? | Destiel College AU

Even Friends Have Secrets

Castiel's POV

Castiel woke up that night in a terror, his body stiff and his wings shaking as he snapped awake from his nightmare. His eyes remained wide, his breaths coming in gasps for several seconds before he finally made out the figure of sleeping Dean in his bed. With quivering limbs, he slid off his bed and crawled across the small space between their beds.

Dean was laying on one side of his bed, his face looking peaceful and serene as his right arm was spread from his body, hanging from the side of his bed. Castiel let out soft whimper, glancing around at the darkness that surrounded the corners before reaching out and taking his hand. Immediatly, Dean pulled Castiel closer, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into the bed.

"It's okay, Sammy. I've got you." Dean whispered comfortingly, not bothering to open his eyes before dozing back to sleep. He must have done this to his brother when he had nightmares. Castiel thought, his heart hammering in his chest as he felt the toned muscles pressing into his chest and torso. He tried to ignore how close the hunter's skin was to his face, but  the angel turned bright red and was thankful he was alseep.

Dean must have felt how stiff Castiel, or Sam as his sleepy state thought he was, because he brushed his hand over his hair comfortingly. Castiel shivered under the touch, his hand warm against the chilled skin of his neck. His wings struggled to lay comfortable though, fluttering and quivering as they tried to keep still. Castiel shifted a bit, the muscles in his back and wings straining to keep the feathers off of Dean.

 The angel lasted only a few minutes, before he wrinkled his nose as the wings dropped to the ground, draping over Dean's arms as they held him. He heard the green-eyed male mumble something under his breath, his grip tightening momentarily. Castiel froze, waiting for Dean to wake up and freak out, only to relax as his expression turned relaxed again.

Dean pulled Castiel closer their chest pressing together and the angel's head on the hunter's shoulder. Castiel blushed, biting his lip as trying to wriggle away. This would end very badly.

Dean only mumbled again in his sleep, making Castiel freeze once again. Time seemed to freeze as he waited for the hunter to settle back into his sleep, and he held his breath, only to let out a small gasp when Dean moved his fingers over the feathers of his wings. Castiel clasped a hand over his mouth, alarm on his face as the sleeping male continued to rub them, spikes of pleasure running through his spine.

Dean, don't touch them! Castiel thought, pushing out with his mind. He was only met with the sleepy darkness of Dean's brain, only the word Soft running through it. Castiel let out another gasp as Dean touched the more sensitive downy feathers, his wings fluttering into the touch.

Castiel stared at Dean in shock as the boy continued to stroke his wings. Although his mind was filled with complete innocence, the way he made Castiel squirm was downright unholy.

The angel watched Dean's relaxed sleeping state, the way his lips parted slightly as his soft breath ghosted over his face, the way they quirked a little bit as his fingers ran over one of the softer feathers, and Castiel lost it. He leaned forwards slowly, pausing when their lips were only centimeters apart. Castiel bit his lip before gently brushing against the hunter's soft skin before pulling away.

He felt absolutely like shit for doing it, but as Dean touched where the wings met his shoulder blades, he leaned into his lips again, remaining slow and careful so he wouldn't wake him up. He was a bit surprised when Dean automatically kissed the angel back. Castiel pulled away, his breath slightly heavier as he began to panic. Dean was stirring.

Focusing, his took a deep breath and suddenly he was sitting in his own bed, glsd to know he could teleport. He let out a sigh of relief and laid down, forcing his breathing to be slow and even as he heard Dean sit up, who let out a soft groan before plopping back down on his bed. When his breathing evened out again, Castiel let out a soft of relief, closing his eyes, only to blush a moment later.