Hello, and welcome to my first Supernatural fanfic! I have written other stories, mostly for How To Train Your Dragon and Stranger Things. But I've recently gotten into Supernatural. I'm only on season six (I know, I'm late to the party) so no spoilers, but I am crazy obsessed with Dean and Cas. I've been all over the internet reading fanfics and looking at fan art. Okay so here's a cute fanfic about them! Review please! This will be mostly centered around everyone's favorite angel! Please leave ideas of things for Cas to discover!

Also, this is sort of an AU where you can see Cas's wings.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Snowglobe

It was one of those miserable gloomy days, that looked as if all hell was going to break loose, but for some reason didn't. The sky was layered in ominous grey clouds that seemed to shatter any color. It was also cold. Not like a refreshing night breeze, more like a chilled to the bone kind of wind gust that made your teeth chatter along with the rattling leaves. At the woods edge, you could hear the dramatic whistle of that wind rushing through the leaves and still see the tall grass sway violently in the clearing. The weeds up to hip length cut back and forth from the fall gusts. Birds could not be heard. Not even an occasional cricket. It was a deadly silence. At least for Sam.

He had blocked everything out, like he mostly did on a hunt, but it was different this time. Because now, there was no way he could save his brother.

Sam watch from a distance, and in horror as his brother dropped from the sky. He blinked, trying to think that he was imagining this, but when he opened his eyes, he could still see him falling.

Earlier that day...

"Sam are you even sure these things exist? I mean it's just Greek legend." Sam nodded his head, even though he was fully immersed in his book about Greek mythology. They walked down the side walk of the sleepy little town in Washington state. It was one of those towns with no big companies, only little, family owned businesses. Tiny cafes lined the relatively empty roads, little flags blowing in the cold November air. Dean clung his jacket tighter around himself and grumbled about chasing the nonexistent.

"Well how else would someone drop from the sky, torn from limb to limb?!" Sam snapped, slapping his book shut. Dean rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. He stopped and looked next to him. Cas was gone.

"Uggggh." Dean groaned as ran a hand over his face in annoyance. "Where did the little shit go now?" Sam whipped around, frantically scanning the little Main Street for a man in a trench coat. The shops were all decorated for thanksgiving and all the little tourist type of things. And if Cas found something new, which was most things, then he would've ran off.

"Dammit. He could be anywhere." Sam groans echoed Dean's. Dean turned around and began to peek in every little shop they had passed. Mostly it was tie-dye shirts and other hippie crap, Dean thought. He peered into a jewelry shop, but nothing. Sam began to cross the road, glancing into a voodoo store full of the fake stuff that made him roll his eyes.

Dean turned the corner of the uneven sidewalk and came to another little tourist shop. "The Enchanted Attic. Oh this sounds fun." Dean snarked sarcasticly. The window was filled with voodoo dolls and weird medallions. Snow globes, crysat balls, and Books on witches and herbal remedies were displayed over velvet blankets. Dean climbed the crumbling steps and opened the splintered wooden door. A little bell rang out, almost to joyfully as he entered the room. A rush of smells, mostly vanilla and cinnamon entered his nose. The walls were painted purples and blues, and covered with sparkling pendants, "Fairy dust" and all kinds of weird little objects. Stacks of old, worn books were messily tossed onto shelves. Pots and little vases scattered the room, filled with flowers, herbs and powders.

"Oh lord." Dean rolled his eyes, inching his way through the thin isle. He flinched as he knocked little knick-knacks off the racks. But he ignored it. He turned around another shelf, to see he had made it to the back of the whacked-out shop. And to see Cas staring, mesmerized at a snow globe.

"Cas! You can't just walk off like that!" Cas turned, surprised that Dean was there.

"Oh! Dean! Look at this! How do they put snow in these? Wouldn't it melt?" Dean mouthed an 'oh lord,' and took the snow globe and shook it. He rested it back on the shelf and watched Cas, who gazed wide-eyed as the little white specks fell down.

"Come on Cas. There's no time for shopping. We're on a hunt." Dean tugged Cas but the arm, breaking his stare at the little snow globe. Cas gave Dean a look of irritation behind his back, sticking his hands in his pockets, Cas followed him out the door.

"Sam is right over there. Tell him I'll be there in a second... And no J-walking!" Dean snapped. As much as Dean was all for breaking the rules, he did not want to be arrested or fined today. And Cas still had a lot to learn about laws, even if they often broke a couple dozen of them. Cas nodded and shoved his hands deeper inside his pockets, heading over to Sam, who once again his head stuck inside his book. Dean glanced around, only to turn and open the shops door again, the damn little bell ringing joyfully as he entered.

...

"Dean, I'm telling you, it's a Strix! Look, it hunts on human flesh and snatches them with talons. That would explain the weird slashes on the bodies. It tears them limb from limb... and eats them."

"Yeah but the bodies were dropped. Not eaten." Sam bit his lip and scrolled further on the website. His eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, but he needed answers. He could feel Dean breathing over him, making Sam glare at him annoyance.

"Here." He pointed triumphantly to the bolded words on the old computer screen. Everything was a competition between him and his brother. Dean's eyes moved back and forth as he read the text. He gulped. Why another thing that had to do with flying?

"Okay so... it takes any human but only eats the pure. That's just great." Dean backed away from the computer, fully ready to hop into the Impala and get the hell out of there. He glanced back as Cas who was reading Greek mythology books, as well as children books. He currently had 'Goodnight Moon' in his hands as he scanned the pages, fully immersed into this human stuff.

"So the people it dropped were impure? Like bad guys?" Sam nodded and ran a hand through his messy hair. Dean grumbled a 'great' and stared at the rough sketch of the owl like creature. Sam exhaled shakily, trying to think of how the heck to kill the thing. Dean was wondering the same thing.

"So... how do we kill the son of a bitch?" Sam turned to his brother and twitched a sly smirk.

"Bait."

...

"Sam I am 100% against this plan." Dean complained again. A smile tugged at Sam's lips as he threw his bag over his shoulder.

"Dean. We need you to be bait. You're impure so he'll drop you. But he will barely even touch you. I'll shoot him. He's a creature so silver should work fine."

"Should?! That makes me feel so much better!" Dean snapped. He hung up his phone and glanced the darkening skies above him. He was in the open, the tallest thing in the clearing. The grass swayed violently as winds picked up more rapidly. He glanced around nervously trying to steady his beating heart.

"Sammy if I die, I'm going to kill you." He mumbled to himself bracing for whatever was about to come. He couldn't even see Cas or his brother. That didn't give him much help. Dean gulped and turned, hearing a sudden screech. His eyes widened. Oh god.

Suddenly a large creature came crashing from the sky. It's screech pierced the air, it's talons spreading ready to snatch Dean.

"Now!" Screamed Dean, but it was too late. The creature grabbed him by the shoulders, digging into his skin causing Dean to curse in pain. With one beat of his wings, the Strix shot back up into the air, disappearing completely into the clouds. Dean's shouts had faded as everything became oddly silent.

Sam lowered his weapon in complete shock. The Strix had been to fast. And now Dean was going to be torn from limb to limb. The silver dagger dropped from his hand. Cas's breath caught in his throat as Dean disappeared. He curled his fists in rage. His eyes narrowed and his breathing slowed trying to contain the shock and anger he felt. He studied the skies, finding it too be an endless grey color, as if all vibrancy in the blues had been washed away.

"I'm not goin' out this way!" Dean screamed as the Strix talons dug deeper into him, blood seeping out. Dean breathing became light as he was so high up he couldn't see the ground below. His chest heaved for air. Maybe it was because of the thin air. Maybe because he was flying, and that terrified him. His cheeks and hands became flushed from the frozen air.

He winced as the creature shrieked again. He felt his legs give out, his struggling slow as oxygen was not getting in. His eyes began to close, slipping into an unconscious state. He shook his head with all his strength.

"No." Dean spoke breathlessly and pulled out a dagger from his belt. He fumbled with it in his hands, having trouble controlling it. He could feel himself slip unconscious. His hearing a high pierced ring and his ear drums popping coming close to what felt like a small explosions. His lungs screamed and his body rapidly became desperate for air and the blood he was quickly losing. With the last of his energy and a painful grunt, he stabbed the Strix in the leg.

Sam watch from a distance, and in horror as his brother dropped from the sky. He blinked, trying to think that he was imagining this, but when he opened his eyes, he could still see him falling.

The worst part was that he was frozen. He couldn't move. Couldn't do anything. There was no way of saving him. His eyes widened watching him plummet. But he was still hundreds of feet in the air. Dean looked so little in the sky, the only thing that appeared in the darkness.

Suddenly, a gust of wind shot past Sam, messing up his hair, and causing him to stumble forward. He barely caught a glimpse of what it was. But he somehow knew. It was Castiel.

Cas beat his large wings together has hard as he could shooting upwards like a bullet. He burst through the thick clouds, just to watch an unconscious Dean fall past him. Cas turned... and dived. Wind hit his face so hard that it burned. His wings pounded heavily against the wind. Heck, he could hear them.

He had to go faster. He had to catch Dean. He just had too. Cas reached his arms out desperately. He was only inches away from Dean. But they were also only 100 meters from hitting the ground. Cas grunted beating his wings furiously one last time as he burst forward, his arms outstretched.

Cas's arms found Dean's chest as he wrapped him in a tight embrace. Cas grunted again suddenly folding his wings and flipping over onto his back. Tears welled up from the whipping winds. Cas's eyes grew heavy as the gloomy sky got further and further away. He held Dean in his chest his wings becoming uncontrollable. Then he hit the ground.

Sam ran. Oh he ran so fast, that his throat was dry and his lungs heaved for air. His bag bounced wildly on his back, it's contents spilling out. But Sam didn't care. He had to get to them.

He slid to a halt and coughed as the air was dusty and foggy. He squinted and cautiously kept moving, watching his step. the only soud was his panicked breath. The wind had faded and now everything was silent and motionless. And if he was being honest, that's what scared him the most. He stopped and peered over the edge of a crater.

He slid into the massive ditch, grasping roots to steady himself. He scooted down, little pebbles tumbling down with him. His feet sank into the mud, as he crept over the the shadowed figure in the dust. He gasped at what he saw.

Cas was laying there, on his back. His large white wings, now splattered in mud, and brown with dirt. The frayed feathers blew gently. They seemed loose, as you could pluck them right off. His wings were wrapped up at an odd angle, and so were his arms. Sam's breath hitched in his throat, fearing the worst. Tears welled up as he stepped closer and slowly unraveled Castiel's fragile wings.

Inside his wings and tucked under his arms was... Dean. Bloodied and unconscious, but breathing. His head was tucked in Cas's chest which too was rising and falling slowly, almost labored. Ever so slowly, Cas opened his eyes. A little groan escaped his lips.

His face was beat up and dirty, and it was clear that he was in a lot of pain.

"D-did... Did I s-save him-m?" Cas whispered, barely understandable. His voice was hoarse and interrupted by a weak cough. Sam smiled through the tears in his eyes and nodded. He laid a hand on Cas's shoulder.

"Yeah... Yeah, You saved him." And with that, Cas's head feel back with a soft moan and became unconscious once again.

...

Sam sat in the ratted arm chair that sat in the corner of their motel room. The blinds were shut, but light still leaked through the cracks. Sam watched his big brother sprawled out on his bed shirtless, in a restless sleep. His shoulders were bandaged up, but he could still see the dark spots of blood underneath. Sam shifted, glancing at Cas, whose wings were tucked away and who was finally rested comfortably.

Sam tried to get back into his book, but he kept glancing at his big brother as he moved his arms and legs, groaning in his sleep. Sam sighed watching his brother sadly. It tore him up to see him this way. His eyelashes fluttered and his whole body winced as he must have been dreaming. Or having a nightmare. Dean's upper lip twitched into a frown.

"Hmm... Cas." Dean mumbled Sam snorted and slapped his hand over his mouth, doing what he could to not wake them. He couldn't help but smirk at his brother. He could totally see it. The way Dean got all fidgety around Cas. How he suddenly became awkward, as Cas was still learning the term 'personal space.' And most of all the looks they gave each other.

Dean would glance at Cas, almost hopefully, but Cas never saw. Sam would watch his expression fall, as if he thought Cas didn't look at him back. Oh but Cas did. He would gaze fondly at Dean, when he was too busy to notice. Watching the two hurt Sam. He wanted them to just say it. But if he knew his brother, it would take a million years before Dean admitted it.

Sam stood, as Dean flinched again, pain written all over his face. Softly, Sam shook his arm trying to get his brother away from his nightmares.

"Dean... Dean." Dean opened his eyes, startled. He looked around the room, still in a daze.

"Sam?" He groaned, slowly propping him self up against his pillows. "What happened?" Sam smiled softly.

"Castiel. He save your life." Sam whispered. Dean suddenly shot upright, tossing the tangled blanket off him. He looked at the bed next to him frantically. His chest rose and fell quickly in his panic.

"Cas! Is... Is-" Sam pushed his brother back down.

"He's fine." Sam whispered again trying to calm Dean down. Dean bit his lip, shaking his head, as if somehow, he blamed himself. Same gave him a soft expression, feeling guilty that he himself should take the blame. Castiel's groans paused Sam's thinking, as the angel opened his eyes.

"Cas!" Dean jumped up, trying to break away from Sam who was holding him back. Cas looked overwhelmed for a second, just staring at Dean. Slowly Sam let go, feeling somewhat confident that Dean wouldn't freak out again. He sighed and looked at the two unfortunate souls.

"I'm uh... going out. To get some... stuff, yeah. So I'll be... back." Sam sputtered out, grabbing a jacket and sliding out the door. The room was quiet as the two men just stared at each other. Dean fumbled with the bed sheet, trying to ignore the ache his shoulders gave. He didn't want Cas to see that he was hurting.

Dean sighed shakily, trying to make a conversation.

"Y-you okay?" Cas shrugged and gave a little nod. Dean broke their gaze as he turned to his bag tossed over the coffee table. He got out of the creaky bed and limped over, his legs still getting numb. He rooted through his stash of weapons, gum wrappers, and salt bags looking for the little purple plastic bag. He smiled as he held it up. Slowly, he made his way back to the beds, and handed Cas the bag. Can cocked his head in confusion as he opened the little bag.

A smile tugged at his lips as he held up the snow globe. Dean looked down nervously, which was not his thing. He wasn't supposed to get flushed and awkward like a middle school boy.

"Cas I-" Dean was cut off as Cas leaned forward and pecked his cheek. Dean felt a blush rise up his neck and his eyes widened. Cas smiled.

"W-what-"

"Sam told me that is how you say thank you to your friends." Dean grinned and Cas as he shook the snow globe. 'I'm going to kill the jerk of a brother later.' Dean growled in his head, but for some reason, he didn't seem all to bothered that Cas kissed him.

"Cas?" Cas paused his fascination with the globe and looked up at Dean. He gave a little nod, motioning him to continue.

"What happened? I mean with the Strix." Cas's mouth made an 'o' shape as he put down the snow globe.

"I caught you. But... I couldn't stop in time, before we hit the ground. Dean's eyes widened sadly. Cas felt as if he could read Dean's mind. Dean felt guilty. His expression told it all. But Ca realized how much he was willing to sacrifice for Dean. He exhaled slowly.

"It's fine though. I'm okay, as long as you are." Dean hinted a smile. Those words made him feel like he was floating. He watched Cas's stoic face became joyful as he sat on the bed next to Dean. He shook the snow globe violently, and watched The sparkled specs sway down.

Dean smiled as they leaned into each other, watching the snow fall in silence.

So I hoped this turned out okay. I hope Castiel doesn't seem childish, but he's new to the world, and I want him to be enthusiastic. Also Dean. I know he's Mr. smooth, but I feel because he really likes Cas, that he should become a bit more shy like most people. Let me know what you thought, and if you would like for more one-shots of Destiel, Thanks! Untile next time,

-Daisy