"Dude..." Dean murmured quietly, grin lighting up his face. Sam was already giggling, unable to control himself as he stared at the intricately curved things in front of him.
"...You have fairy wings?"
The blush that spread across Castiel's face burned a deeper red than the depths of Hell.
"The term 'fairy wings' is just a misinterpretation of the human race-"
"They even have different colours!"
Sam was full out laughing now, rocking backwards and forwards on the cheap motel bed he sat on, his voice booming from his lungs. Dean had nearly broken too, small giggles and snorts escaping through his nose.
Safe to say, Castiel never lived this down.
Yep. An angel of the Lord eternally ashamed because of his wings.
Oh well.
...At least his weren't as bad as Gabriel's.