This is my second Supernatural fanfiction. Jesus finally, my first Supernatural fanfiction that's not M rated! This story involves Dean being a female. For... reasons... anyways, enjoy the fanfic! Must be up to season 3 to understand this.

Disclaimer: I wish.

Supernatural

Dean's POV

I hold my sheets firmly, my knuckles turning white. My back hurt like hell, like something was inside it. I cry out in pain. Sammy wasn't here, he was it looking for a case.

Hot tears stung my eyes and I squeeze them shut. I feel the wind pick up and I hear a whooshing noise.

A figure runs next to me and calls out my name.

I open my eyes, the pain still there and I whimper softly. "Cas?"

Cas looks at me, worry written all over his face. "What happened?" I could tell he was panicking.

"I-Its my back." I stutter. I sit up, the blanket cover sliding off my back as I do. I turned so my back was towards Cas and I pull my tank top on. At least I was wearing a bra and some shorts, so I wouldn't be embarrassed. Plus this is Cas I'm undressing in front of. I blush and pulls off my tank top. I hear Cas suck in a sharp breath and I realised the pain subsided. I use one of my arms to hold myself up on the bed, and I sit on my knees. "Cas, what is it?" I don't look back.

"Dean I, I don't know how to tell you this..." Cas says softly. "Hold still."

I don't know what Cas was doing, but suddenly pain erupted from my back. I place my hand over my mouth, trying not to scream. Once the pain subsides again and I trust myself to speak I mutter to Cas. "I want you to tell me what's happening Cas. I'm not a little girl who can't handle herself."

"Dean, I, Your turning into an angel." Cas says, almost too quietly.

"What?!" Another wave of pain hits me and I cry out, griping the sheets again.

Cas puts his hand out and touches my back softly, the pain subsides and I let go. "What did you do?"

Cas looks up at me. "I used my grace to calm your wings. Wings have a mind of their own, showing true feelings and various things."

I turn around and stare into those deep blue eyes. "Why did you come here anyways?"

"You called me, didn't you?" Cas says, with a look of confusion.

"No, or maybe I did subconsciously..." I shift and look down. "Hey, Cas..."

"It's okay Dean." The Angel replies almost immediately.

I nod. I look at my back as far as I can and sigh. "How long with it take them to show?"

Cas thinks for a moment. "It shouldn't take long, how long has this been happening?"

I sigh. "About a week, it was just aches, but then it got more intense every night. Sam got concerned, but I kept telling him it was nothing. He was probably worried sick..."

Cas sighs. "Your wings should show in about three days, it takes about two weeks. Dean, the pain will only get worst. If you don't want to tell your brother, best to not stay with him at night. I think you should tell Sam though, he could help."

I laugh. "Cas, you already saw me all weak and fragile, I'm not gonna let Sam see me like that. I'm suppose to be his supporting big sister."

Cas nods. "I understand." Cas closes his eyes and holds his hand out. "Give me your hand."

"Why." When I realise be won't answer I give him my hand and he takes it. My hand felt like a fire was going through it, until Cas let go.

"Sorry." He mumbles.

I look at my hand and notice various Sigils on my hand like a tattoo. "What is this for?"

"So angels won't seek you out, you're starting to have angelic powers. Angels can sense your presence and will want to find out who it is. This also means I can't find you, so call me." Cas waves his phone, and then puts it back in his pocket.

"Okay..." I mutter.

Just then, Sam comes in the door and stares at me. "Umm, Dean... why are you up and staring at a wall?"

I look back at Cas, but realise he's gone. I smile sheepishly. "Heh, umm..."