Destiel Oneshots

2. Wings Are Ticklish

"So, Cas, if you have wings, why can't we see them?"

Dean and Cas were sitting in the bunker doing research for Sam. The moose-like hunter had gone out to get supplies, and left the two alone in  hopes that they would finally admit their love for each other. After hours of boredom, Dean asked Cas the question that had been on his mind since the day they first met.

"Your senses cannot perceive them." Cas gave Dean the same answer he gave the Ghostfacers.

"Then why could Bobby and I see them in the barn?" Dean's eyebrows drew together in a quizzical look that Cas found adorable.

"Because I made it so."

"Could you do it now?" Dean asked.

Cas' face fell into a look of concentration. The lights flickered, and sparks flew from a couple of bulbs that Dean knew he would need to replace later.

Finally, two shadows began to flicker into existence right at the angel's shoulder blades. Slowly, they began to take form as large, black, feathery wings. As the last wisps of shadow solidified Cas relaxed, and flexed his shoulders, stretching his wings.

"Wow...." Dean whispered, his face painted in a perfect picture of awe.

"I must admit, that does feel better. Having the ability to use my wings is a luxury I usually cannot afford." Cas once again stretched, and his wings flapped, accidentally knocking over the table. "Oops." He muttered.

Dean smiled and chuckled, moving closer to Cas.

"Can I.....?" Dean reached towards the feathery mass on Castiel's back.

The angel nodded, and moved one of his wings closer to Dean's outstretched hand, shivering at the contact.

Dean slowly stroked the feathers, emitting a gasp from Cas.

"Did I hurt you?" The hunter quickly pulled back his hand.

"No. It just... tickles." Cas tried out the word.

"Hmm." Dean muttered, then quickly reached out and brushed his fingers across one of the wings.

Cas sucked in a breath and laughed, instinctively pulling his wings away from Dean's tickling fingers.

The hunter chuckled himself, and lunged forward, tackling Cas to the floor. He sat on Cas' stomach, pinning the angel to the floor. He then proceeded to tickle the angel until he was gasping for breath, squirming underneath Dean in an attempt to get free.

"Dean!" He yelled. "St-stop it!" His words were half-hearted though, and the fact was made obvious by the huge smile that stretched across his face.

This was how Sam found the two when he came home. Dean sitting on top of Cas, tickling the angel's wings.

Slowly, Dean stopped tickling, but leaned in closer to Cas, until their noses touched. Then, quickly, he leaned in and pecked the angel on the lips.

Quickly he leaned back, blushing furiously. Sam could see him start to mutter  an apology, but before he could finish, Cas wrapped his wings around Dean, pulling him closer until they were shielded from view by feathers.

Sam didn't need any physic powers to tell him what was happening.

Slowly, he backed out of the bunker, quietly closing the door behind him. He'd come back to check on them in a little bit.

{A/N: I love wing fluff. It's the cutest thing ever. I will probably write a lot of it.}