Fallen

Chapter Six

Cas sits at Dean's kitchen table and watches Dean cut them both a slice of apple pie and make them each a hot chocolate. Cas has watched Dean do this for himself hundreds of times, but really being there while Dean knows is different. Dean has a smile plastered on his face and he is softly humming a tune that Cas recognises as 'Carry on my Wayward Son' by Kansas as he has heard Dean listen to it in his Impala.

"You have a very nice singing voice." Cas tells him as Dean put two spoonfuls of sugar in each drink.

Dean blushes and runs an unoccupied hand through his hair. "If you heard me sing properly you wouldn't be saying that." He brings the food and drink to the table and sits down.

"I have heard you sing." Cas says, sipping at the hot chocolate.

Dean goes even more red. "Uh...what?"

"Sometimes when you're sitting around playing guitar in your room I stay and enjoy the show. Like I said, you have a very nice singing voice."

Dean's jaw drops. "That's...really creepy Cas. Like, Edward Cullen creepy. Maybe even creepier."

"Who is Edward Cullen?"

"Nevermind. So what, you're just always watching me?"

Cas looks at his hands, shy. "Not always..." He scratches the back of his neck. "Just when I am needed, such as to help you calm down the voices of Heaven that you hear...Or when you're doing something fun or interesting. I get bored and lonely. You're like a television series, Dean. A really good one. I kind of feel like I'm obliged to watch you. I am your guardian, after all."

"When I'm doing something fun and interesting, ae?" Dean smirks at him. "Was last night interesting enough for you?"

Cas' eyes widen. "I really didn't mean to, Dean! I heard you call my name and I thought you might of been in distress...So I came. And then, well, you came."

Dean snorts his drink and looks away, going bright red. "You know so much about me..." He mumbles. "But I hardly know anything about you. Tell me more about yourself."

"What would you like to know?"

"Uh..." Dean takes a bite of his pie as he thinks about a question to ask. "How come you don't have wings? Aren't angels supposed to have them?"

Cas' face goes from calm to nervous, his palms sweaty. "I..do. Have wings."

Dean stares at Cas, his eyes big and bright. "Invisible wings? That's no fun."

"I can't exactly let everyone know I'm an angel now, can I?"

"Well, I already know. So there's no point in hiding them from me."

Cas breaks the gaze and looks at the floor. "Dean, they're very...private."

"Private?" Dean raises an eyebrow, confused, but he clicks onto what Cas means a second later. "Oh."

"It's just embarrassing."

Dean's eyes soften. "I bet they're beautiful, Cas." He gives him a warm smile. "But anyway, you watched me do something that is one of the most private things ever to us humans and you didn't even have my consent. Which I'm still pissed about, by the way. Showing me your true form is a step in the right direction to being forgiven."

"My wings are only a small part of my true form. I wouldn't be able to let you see my full true form even if I wanted to. It is very...overwhelming to the human eye. I could burn your eyes out."

Dean puts his hands in the air, surrendering. "Okay, okay. Your wings then? Please, Cas?"

"I...I can't," Cas looks like he is having trouble breathing. "I could show you a glimpse of them? For now? If that helps?"