WINGS AIN'T WHAT THEY USED TO BE
WOW: Dash. Dean learns something new about angels every day. Castiel, on the other hand, already knows everything he needs to know about Dean … especially what an annoying little sh1t he can be!
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This is my 800th story/drabble on this site! I never believed, when I posted my first story nine years ago that I'd still be here after all ths time, and still be inspired to keep on writing! Thanks to all of you who are still reading and reviewing my stories - you're the reason that inspiration keeps on keeping on!
Here's to the next 800?
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"Damnit Cas! I keep finding feathers everywhere … clogging up the sink in the bathroom, in the corridor, on baby's dash, under the table … What the hell's going on?"
"I am sorry Dean, my wings are going though a period of regeneration. It happens every couple of millenia – it is part of an angel's natural physical cycle."
"Wait – Cas? Are you shedding?"
"What? No, not exactly …"
"Having yourself a full-on angelic moult?"
"Yes, uh … no!"
"Do we need to get you anything for it? You know, shampoo? Conditioner?"
"No, Dean that is not necess …"
"Flea powder?"
"There are no vermin in my wings Dean."
"Seriously, you and Sam should get together, he's got a hairdryer and about fourteen thousand hairbrushes – you'd love it. You could braid his hair, he could braid your wings!"
"I do not need any brushing or braiding for my wings, they are quite capable of maintaining themselves."
"Hey, what if your wings went bald Cas? Could they go bald? Ew - they'd be all pink and shiny!"
"Dean, if we're talking about pink and shiny; have you taken off your shirt recently?"
* … *
"Wow, moulting AND bitchy! So is this Angelic cycle like PMS then? Do I need to buy ice-cream?"
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