Yeah, hi there! I don't normally write but I have a ton of work and I decided to take my stress out by writing a bit, don't take this too seriously. Please pardon me for any mistakes that I may have made!
I do not own anything except for my laptop and a cup of mint tea.
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon. Dean and Cas were sat on the large plush sofa watching television. Cas was leaning into the armrest and wincing at the blood and violence portrayed on the screen, the unexpected flashes of graphic images made him squirm and sink further into the sofa. Dean glanced over occasionally and smirked about how squeamish Cas seemed to be even though they had seen far worse in real life but Dean couldn't help but smile at how intensely the angle beside him was concentrating on the movie.
Cas' wings puffed up, doubling in volume as the graphic nature of the movie took a turn for the worse. His wings were something special; they were a velvety black, each feather long and elegant. They had a majestic shine from the overhead lamp, when the light hit the feathers they gave of a shine, which you might associate with a polished surface.
Just their appearance and beauty made you want to reach over and run your hand through the feathers. It was so much worse for Dean though he had to see them nearly everyday. He never dared to touch them, even though the thought had plagued his mind for weeks now.
It was all because of Sam. He had told dean that angles wings are a very private part of the angel and that he was lucky to even be able to see them. Dean certainly didn't want to make Cas uncomfortable but it was getting significantly harder to control his desire. The hunters mind drifted to what sort of reaction he could get out of the angel but then he mentally scolded himself. What was he thinking? Him and Cas were just friends, nothing more. But if they were only friends why would Dean be the only person to be able to see his wings? Sure he did rescue him from hell but Cas also had strong connections to Sam too.
Dean sighed. Why does the angel have to be so complicated? Even though he doesn't understand much about human ways and can he quite transparent at times he still manages to retain an aura of mystery.
"Hey, Dean," Cas called out, "Are you ok?"
He tilted his head, the way he always does. His blue eyes were warm and curious. He always had a way to stun Dean at how innocent he could look.
At first it was annoying to have a constantly head tilting Cas was extremely frustrating and drove Dean up the wall but after spending so much time together he had grown used to it. In fact he found it quite endearing.
"Yeah. I'm Fine" Dean replied hastily "It's nothing, don't worry Cas."
Dean hated worrying the guy but it seemed that he picked up on every grim face that dean pulled.
Cas didn't look at all happy at Deans reply.
"Dean. That's what you always say," Cas mumbled, "You never look like that for no reason."
"Like what?"
"Sad."
Hope that wasn't too terrible and that I haven't put you off reading forever!