Disclaimer: I wish I owned Sam and Dean and Cass, but I don't! *wails in misery*

I hope you enjoy it, just a little something I started writing. I wanted to get it up for Valentine's Day, but too late for that. *grins*

Title: Angel Dreams

Chapter One "Angel Wings"

Dean stared into the angel's brilliant blue eyes."Cass, you don't realize how long I've been waiting to do this,"

"What?" Castiel asked confusedly. They were sitting on the hood of the Impala, looking up at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"This." Dean leaned forward and his lips met the angel's. He felt Cass tense up, unsure how to react, but Dean didn't stop. After a moment, he felt Castiel relax and give in to the kiss.

"Why did you wait so long to do that? It was actually quite pleasant." Cass gave a shadow of a smile. "Why are you

stopping now? Give me more, Dean."

Dean kissed him again and he moaned with pleasure. Dean felt something brush against the nape of his neck and he swatted at it, thinking that it was an insect of some sort, but it wasn't. Instead his fingers closed on a handful of feathers and he dug his hands deeper into them, enjoying the wonderful plush feeling. Cass moaned again as Dean ran his fingers through his wing feathers slowly.

"Don't stop, Dean." Cass whispered, and Dean continued stroking the feathers.

"They're beautiful, Castiel." Dean admired the thick, lush feathers gleaming in the moonlight."Just like you.'

"Dean." This time it was Cass who gripped the front of Dean's jacket and pressed himself on top of him, kissing him deep and sweet.

"Dean, stop that!" Sam's voice pierced through the pleasure that was filling Dean's mind.

"Go away, Sammy!"

"Dean!" Sam screamed, and Cass was suddenly ripped away from him.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean said angrily.

"Dean, WAKE UP!"

Dean groaned and opened his eyes to find an annoyed Sam standing over him, Dean's pillow hanging from one hand with its feathers puffing out through several rips. He looked disgustedly at his brother.

Dean sat up; there were feathers in his bed, too; he had pulled the pillow apart in his sleep.

"You were kissing your pillow, Dean. It was disturbing. Were you having another dream about that waitress from Denver?" Sam gave his brother a look. "Cause, dude, I seriously need a break from your sex dreams."

"Yeah Sammy. You know me, always having some dream about some hot chick." Dean forced a grin and a chuckle, but felt hollow inside. Sam threw the ruined pillow at him.

"Well, we have to go anyway. There's that vamp nest, remember?" Sam headed to the bathroom to get washed up and the grin fell from Dean's face as he looked down at the feathers in the bed. He touched one, rubbing it between his fingers and sighed. He could almost feel the dream Castiel's wing feathers in his hands. Castiel. Every time the angel appeared, he wished he could pull him aside and tell him how he felt. Those shining eyes, that unruly hair. And that damn trench coat. The angel was perfect. And Dean loved him and grew to love him more each day that they worked together.

But he was afraid. What was wrong with him? He was always into chicks, still was actually, especially when one with a big rack passed by. He had always loved girls...until he started falling for Cass, anyway. He visibly shuddered as he thought about the first time he started having feelings for Castiel.

The angel had touched his bare shoulder to heal a wound there after a fight, and he had noticed how soft Cass' hands were, how gentle his touch. And he was surprised, and scared, of that thought. He pushed it away until a few days later, when they saw Castiel again and he began noticing and falling in love with Castiel's blue eyes, that hair, and his sweet, innocent nature. It confused him and he had tried to push these overwhelming feeling away more then once this was different. He tried to forget his feelings, but every time he looked at the angel, they would burst out of what he had thought was a pretty sturdy dam and smashed it to bits with such force that he felt weak-kneed at times. Dean would find himself wondering how Castiel's lips would feel under his, how it would feel to run his fingers through that hair, caress that cheek.

But in imagined situations when he let his feelings out, Sam would think he was joking and would chuckle. And what about Bobby? What would he think of his strong-willed adoptive son going completely goo-goo over an angel? Most importantly, what would Castiel think?

Dean sighed again and dropped the feather back onto the pile. He would never know, because he didn't have enough courage to tell Cass. Or Sam or Bobby, for fear of what might happen. Demons, vampires, and werewolves he could handle, but love was the thing that bested him.

"Damn." Dean said to himself as stood up and stretched. He could almost feel the Impala still under him, and Castiel still on top of him.

"Why are you swearing to yourself, Dean?' Castiel had suddenly appeared in the room, in all his trench-coated glory, and Dean jumped a mile. "And why are you covered in feathers?"

Cass brushed a few stray feathers from Dean's shoulder and he shivered with pleasure at the touch of the angel.

"It's nothing." Dean turned away, not wanting to look into those innocent eyes in case he revealed something about what he had just been thinking. "Why did you come? We didn't call."

"Does there have to be a reason?" Castiel sounded hurt. He couldn't just stop by? Did there always have to be a reason for him to come? "I just wanted to check on you. And Sam." Castiel added hastily.

"Well, we're doing fine." Dean sat back on the bed with his back to the angel so he could pull on his boots.

Castiel glared reproachfully at the stubborn hunter's back. Every time he tried to get close to Dean, this would happen. It was as if Dean was avoiding getting close to him. Castiel sighed defeatedly.

"I guess I'll go then." Cass said, hoping that Dean would ask him to stay, but the hunter was quiet at Cass's statement. Dean obviously didn't want him around, and it pained him greatly. Dean's only interest in him was his connection to heaven, and his powers. That was the only thing that mattered to him. But if that was true, why was Castiel finding it so hard to give up on attracting Dean's attention? He was sure he had felt something between them. It seemed like Dean was in a bad mood right now, so Cass decided to leave. He wouldn't get anywhere with Dean today."Goodbye."

Dean felt the brush of feathers against his cheek and turned, but the angel was already gone. Dean's heart sank as he stared at the spot where Cass had been standing.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam had come back from the bathroom to find his brother staring across the room like he was waiting for someone.

"Yeah, I'm good." he shook off that lonely feeling he always got when Cass left and grabbed his bag that was sitting on the floor next to his bed. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah." Sam followed Dean out of the motel, sensing that his brother was not alright, that there was something bothering him. But Dean was Dean, and if he didn't want to tell you something, you wouldn't get it out of him. So he shrugged and hopped in the passenger seat of the Impala.

"Let's go kill some vamps," Dean said, sounding less enthusiastic then he normally would. Sam felt like asking him again if he was okay, but he knew that Dean would just chew him out and remind him that there were no chick flick moments allowed, especially in the metallicar. So he leaned back in his seat instead and stared out the window while Dean fiddled with the radio, trying to find 'some awesome old rock song' to listen to.

Please let me know what you think! I started writing chapter two, so if you think I should continue it, I'll post it!

So let me know..I'm begging you! Pleeeeeease.