Feedback: Suit yourself, just play nice
Disclaimer: They belong to Kripke/McG/et al, and a bunch of other corporate-type ppl, in other words, not me.
Warnings/Squicks: sacrilege and blasphemy in the form of wing!smut
Summary: short PWP, at least there shouldn't be a plot, if one snuck in feel free to shoot it for trespassing.
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The first time Dean had actually seen Castiel's wings was at dawn in South Dakota on, quite appropriately, a Thursday. Sammy was asleep in the Impala and Dean had pulled over to take a leak- at least that was what he would tell anyone who asked. He adamantly denied having stopped to watch the sunrise, just as he denied hoping his angel would show up to watch it with him. So, Dean and Castiel were NOT standing a bit too close to each other watching the sunrise on that Thursday in South Dakota when Dean first saw Cas' wings.
They were gorgeous, ethereal with their gossamer-like flow. Morning dew covering them, a glistening rainbow in every droplet casting a pearlescent sheen over wings not meant to be visible in the physical world.
Since that day, Dean had wanted to touch them, to know the feel of that sacred and otherworldly part of his angel. And now, he was being given the chance.
Castiel sat on the edge of Dean's bed, back to the mortal who, beyond all reason, he loved. He'd almost lost Dean tonight- again, but somehow the infuriating man kept surviving. Castiel shuddered at the thought that someday, Dean wouldn't survive.
The soft rustle of blankets and slight shift in the mattress told Castiel that his lover was awake.
Gently, Dean reached out to stroke an almost invisible, iridescent wing. Now that he knew what to look for, he could make out the line of Cas' wings more often than not.
The wings felt like nothing Dean would have imagined. They felt like summer and the fresh crisp breeze of autumn and the warmth of family gathered around a roaring fireplace, but mostly they felt of love. Love so strong and pure that it was a physical thing.
As Dean ran his large hands over the bony wing-ridge, feeling every bump and dip in the satin flow, he heard Castiel's gasp and felt the shudder that travelled his angel's body. Lightly, Dean raked his fingers through the feather-like appendages, combing them the way one would a lover's hair.
Castiel's breath began coming in rapid pants, which turned to soft whimpers every time Dean's caress neared the tips of his wings. He'd never allowed a mortal to touch his wings before, and he knew no one other than his 'hunter' would.
The loving slide of Dean's fingers through his wings was the most intimate thing Castiel had ever known; Dean was inside him and around him, their essences merging.
After this, neither man nor angel would feel complete without the other.
Castiel's head fell forward as sensations overwhelmed him; Dean's name a silent mantra formed on his parched lips.
Behind him, Dean's hands stroked in a steady pace, even as the tremors wracking Castiel's body increased.
Just as Dean thought his angel might explode from his vibrations, Dean pressed his lips to Cas' spine, whispering, "Love you, Cas."
The words echoed through Castiel, he threw his head back screaming Dean's name, an eerie piercing undertone locked with his normally dark voice, as ecstasy overtook his ethereal and physical forms.
Shaking, he collapsed into his lover's strong, waiting arms.
As Castiel drifted on the waves of his incredible release, Dean tenderly kissed his mouth before speaking softly into Cas' ear, "I'll always love you."
