Dean Winchester has seen a lot of awesome, weird, and horrifying stuff over the years. From the mundane, such as your everyday, run of the mill ghosts and vampires, to the outright creepy and absurd, like the Leviathans. Werewolves, ghouls and reapers have run rampant through his life and alongside his brother Sam, he has even slayed dragons.

He has battled witches, fairies, faced down Lucifer and helped stop the apocalypse. He has traveled in time, to the past which shaped his present, and to a dystopian future that never came to be. Demons have been a pain in his ass and hell, at times, angels have been an even bigger pain, with the exception of one, of course. He has been witness to a lot of different things and has fought his way through heaven, hell and purgatory. But the most awesome thing Dean has ever been lucky enough to behold were the stars and clouds seen from a thousand feet in the air, held firmly in the arms of Castiel, the best damn angel out there. Dean's legs were wrapped tightly around Castiel's waist and the angel's gorgeous black wings encircled them both.

Typically, this would scare the shit out of Dean. Flying has long been a fear of his. Not logical, he admitted this freely, when he faced deadly supernatural forces on a daily basis. But fear was not always based in logic. But for some reason, fear never entered the picture this time, as he soared far above the earth. Likely, it was because he was in the arms of the one person, save his brother, that he trusted most in all the world. Dean knew that Castiel would sooner die than drop him, so it was in these rare moments that he allowed himself to feel truly safe and completely free.

For that reason, it was not altogether surprising that Dean wasn't thinking about deadly monsters or his strange life as a hunter at the moment. Instead he focused on the angel that carried him, his angel, and all other thoughts seemed superfluous. Dean's eyes traced over the massive wings that supported them. The desire to reach out and run his calloused fingers through the soft dark feathers was almost overwhelming, but he stopped himself. He knew perfectly well the intense pleasure the angel got from having his wings caressed and Dean didn't think that sort of distraction was a good idea being so high up in the air. It would however, be the first thing he did when they were back on solid ground. Just thinking about it made his lips curl in a sly grin. He laughed a little wondering when exactly it was that he developed a kink for wings.

"What is funny Dean?" Cas asked loudly, so as to be heard above the wind. A small grin of his own formed upon his face, with his eyes squinted in slight confusion.

"Oh, just a funny thought."

"And what thought might that be?" Cas responded, his eyebrows raised.

Dean leaned in closer, pressing their chests together, with his lips brushing against the angel's ear as he spoke seductively. "That you're a cute little shit. And that you have way sexier wings than that little pony Rainbow Dash."

Dean shook his head, wondering why that thought had ever popped in his head. He really didn't know a thing about My Little Pony, so he wasn't sure how he could even come up with a name. He probably overheard Charlie mention it or something or possibly Kevin. He seemed like a Brony. Either way, the thought amused him even as it worried him. He certainly hoped his masculinity was still intact. He felt the urge to go kick some big bad's ass tonight to make up for his momentary lapse of manliness.

Cas tilted his head in confusion. "I do not understand that reference. But thank you for the compliment... I think."

Cas held onto Dean with one strong arm and brought the other up to cup Dean's chin in his hand. He tipped the hunter's head so that his lover's lips were right where he wanted them. Dean's green eyes suddenly darkened as lust clouded his features. Moving at what Dean considered an agonizingly slow pace, Castiel moved his head down towards the hunter. Their lips came closer and closer, until they were mere centimeters from touching. The angel exhaled, his breath somehow feeling cool upon Dean's face, even over the wind. Dean licked his lips in anticipation while his breathing became deeper and more rapid.

"Cas," he whispered his voice hoarse with desire. Dean so much wanted to dive into the kiss, so impatient was he to have his mouth claimed by the angel's. But Castiel had his chin firmly held in place. The kiss would happen only when he wanted it to and not a millisecond sooner.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Castiel asked, his blue eyes intently staring into Dean's.

"Yes," Dean whispered back, unsure of whether Cas could hear him above the sound of the wind, but knowing he probably did, being an angel and all.

"Do you?" Cas asked again. He let go of Dean's chin to run his fingers through his short hair. "Are you certain?"

"Yes, damn it," Dean cried out, louder this time. "Kiss me. Kiss me now you freaking son of a bitch!"

"I don't know Dean. I am not entirely convinced." Cas smiled down at his mate.

Dean said nothing, only staring intently into the angel's eyes that had that strange but sexy look of both profound lust and borderline anger. He was inhaling and exhaling deeply, his chest rising and falling against the angel's.

That familiar smirk flashed upon Cas's face when he made his decision. Without another moment's hesitation, Castiel obliged him, assaulting his Dean's lips with his own. Before the elder Winchester sibling had happened along, Cas had had no real interest in anything that was romantically involved. A demon girl had peaked his interest at some point, but soon he would find that kissing her, though pleasant in its own way, kissing Dean was all consuming. Meg was flirting with darkness and he would be lying if he said a small part of him didn't like that. But kissing Dean, being with him, it made him feel not only whole, but like he could be more. He felt like a fire was pouring into him that was bringing him to life, a fire that could not burn him, and a fire that could never be extinguished.

When the angel started to fall for the hunter, those urges had started to intensify and occupy almost his every thought. It was some time before it ever happened, but when he finally had his first kiss with Dean, as awkward as it was, it being his first with a male; it was also explosive and awakening. As an angel, he had never felt more human than when he was in these intimate moments with Dean. And feeling human was the most earth shattering emotion he had ever experienced.

This kiss felt just as explosive and just as awakening as the first time their lips met. In fact, every kiss with Dean had that same impact, time and time again. And as they kissed, Castiel felt as though they themselves had become a pair of new stars in the sky. Two shooting stars in the night, unabashedly in love and locked together with a passion unabated.

When they finally pulled apart, Dean was breathing heavily, his hands firmly on Castiel's chest. Cas had brought them to a stop, his black wings completely unfurled, flapping slowly in the wind. A feather fell loose, gently falling to the ground below. If someone ever found that feather, it would bring them luck and happiness all their lives. Dean looked at his angel's beautiful wings again, and he couldn't hide his trademark mischievous grin as it appeared on his face. If one person could have a lifetime of happiness and luck from one feather, what was in store for him, having the entire source at his disposal? He smiled softly at the thought.

Looking deep into Castiel's eyes, he said, "Well, you certainly have more sex appeal than that little pony. And you fly way sexier too." Again, he so badly wanted to touch those wings.

"I should hope so," Castiel said. "Or I would be very concerned for you Dean."

Dean opened his mouth to say something in response when a voice suddenly intruded upon their romantic moment. "Well, well, well..." The voice was eerily chilling. It was as though it was being spoken from a void, echoing repeatedly through chambers. It sent chills up Dean's spine. "…If it isn't God's favorite pet and its bitch."

Castiel tensed immediately and his wings enveloped Dean protectively, encasing him in a feathery fortress. Whoever it was that was interrupting them, a gut feeling told him this individual meant them harm. He would protect his mate with his life.

"Who you calling a bitch, bitch?" Dean looked around to try to spot the malicious intruder, but had limited mobility, being in Castiel's arms a thousand feet up in the air. Not to mention, he was virtually blinded by his mate's wings. But there were way worse things that could block his vision.

"Show yourself," Castiel demanded. "Or are you a coward?"

The owner of the disembodied voice began laughing. And his laugh was all the more disturbing. "If you knew what it was you were speaking to Castiel, you would not be throwing that word around so casually."

"Get us on the ground Cas. We're vulnerable up here," Dean whispered into the angel's ear.

In a flash, Castiel teleported them to the ground. His wings unfurled, revealing Dean in his arms. Dean stepped away from the angel to see that they stood in an empty field at the edge of a forest. Within seconds, Cas's wings vanished from sight. Dean was always a bit sad to see them go and he didn't even get to touch them as he had planned, but there was no time to dwell on that. "Who was that," Dean asked.

"I don't..." Castiel started.

"...Know? Well, I have the answer to that," came the voice. Where nothing stood just a moment before, now stood the mysterious entity, not even fifty feet away. He was breathtaking to behold, but horrifying. He easily stood taller than both Castiel and Dean, taller than Sam even, likely topping out at just over eight feet.

His skin was an exotic shade of gold, almost like the color of the sun. He was well muscled, but not bulky and was completely hairless from head to toe. And they knew this because he wore zero articles of clothing.

Dean stood motionless, his mouth agape, as he stared at the entity that stood before them. His eyes traced over the golden behemoth before them, lingering upon its superior manhood. He licked his lips fervidly, his eyes glazed over with a burning hunger. "Mmmmmm, wow. That is...so…" His voice trailed off as he continued to stare, unable to articulate any further.

The golden entity smiled as his solid black pupils zeroed in on the human. "I think he likes what he sees Castiel."

Cas's eyes narrowed angrily and he took a deep breath as a rage began to overtake him, gripping every fiber of his being. "You will not touch him. Strip your enchantments off him. Now. He is mine."

Dean glanced over at Cas in surprise, as if just noticing the angel next to him. But then his eyes returned to the golden being before him, and he reverted back to a state of pure lust.

Castiel knew Dean was not in control of his emotions or his mind at the moment, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of agonizing jealousy rip through him.

The being looked at Castiel and cocked his head. "Do you not know what I am?"

Cas hesitated while he cautiously moved closer to Dean. He needed to get Dean out of here and he needed to do it quick before it was too late. "Of course I do," Castiel answered, his eyes narrowing. "You're His First."