Why Are You Hiding Your Wings? | Destiel College AU

Sensitive Touches

Castiel's POV

Castiel finally did figure out how to get rid of the frustration after half an hour of just testing had passed. It was strange, and he wasn't sure why humans worked the way they did, but he cleaned up and kept his mouth shut as he wondered around the room, his stomach growling, but he waited for Dean to get back, since he was supposed to bring food.

So he decided to draw, something he had discovered was relaxing to do in the chaos of a human's mind. He grabbed a pencil and a piece of sketch paper - Gabriel had gotten the paper for him because he knew how much he liked it - and began to draw, the lines starting light, then slowly getting darker and layering, giving it a realistic look.

He wasn't sure what he was drawing, just letting his mind wonder as his hand moved on autopilot. It wasn't until he heard the door open and close that he looked down and saw the drawing was of the Impala, the whisp of Dean's soul wrapping around and through the car, not quite like he had seen it the other day, but more free flowing, as if were a river instead of a blanket. He hid the drawing though, placing it under a pile of his clothes and replacing the pencil before sitting back down as if he had been doing nothing in the first place.

"So, I got hamburgers. I hope you like them." Dean said, setting down a paper bag with a restuarants logo printed across it. Castiel nodded, and Dean smiled in relief, grabbing the burgers out of the bag and handing one to the angel.

"You feeling better now?" Dean asked, taking a bite of his burger, smirking around his mouth full as Castiel blushed in fifty different shades of red. He looked away and took a small bite, chewing for a moment before answering.

"I'm fine." Castiel deadpanned, not wanting to talk about the embarrassment he felt. Dean only grinned in response, taking a seat beside Castiel casually.

"What caused it anyways?" Dean asked, and Castiel almost choked. He managed to swallow before coughing, his throat stinging with the effort.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Castiel responded, trying to avert the question and put some embarrassment back on Dean. The hunter, however, wasn't going to have it.

"Why are you avoiding the question? Are you afraid that I'll find it disgusting? Is it me?" Dean pressed and Castiel flushed bright red, looking down at the table in an attempt to hide it. After a moment of smothering silence, Castiel finally sighed.

"My wings." He mumbled, low enough that Dean could barely hear.

"What?" Dean asked curiously, leaning closer.

"My wings caused it."

"How did they do that?"

Castiel took a deep  breath. "My wings, as you know, are very sensitive, but not just to pain. If you're touching them in certain places, it causes an immense amount of pleasure..." Castiel trailed off as he remembered the way Dean touched the feathers, a shiver trveling through his spine nervously.

"So, your wings can really do that?" Dean asked, looking at the black feathers with curiousity. Castiel nodded and looked down, taking another small bit. His wings shifted under the look that Dean was giving them, folding tighter behind his back.