If Dean had been thinking correctly, he would've known that something like THIS would happen; but of course with how reckless he was, he hadn't given two-fucks when the demon's attacked. One minute him, Sam, Castiel, and hunter-in-training Charlie were fighting off quite a few demon's, and the next thing Dean notice's is the feeling of his back being ripped open. Now it wasn't actually like ripped open with the muscle and bones seen, but when you feel a knife carve down your back…yeah, it feels like its ripped open.
"Dean!" Charlie had called open seeing it and ran to his side to keep him safe while Castiel and Sam tried to keep the demons away from themselves.
Dean had been pissed that Charlie took hits for him, and before a demon could try and kill her, Dean was shielding her body with his, causing more injury than was necessary as she was going to jump away. The knife dug into Dean's shoulder, before he felt something go through his gut, and looked down seeing an angel blade.
"DEAN!" Charlie shouted, catching Sam's and Castiel's attention.
Castiel's eyes widened as he saw Dean slump forward and Charlie held him crying for him to stay with them. Sam ran toward them, slicing a demon's throat along the way, before kneeling to his brother and pulled a gun out, shooting a demon that got too close. Castiel was frozen, anger and rage building up within him…when his blue eyes glowed as he pulsed with power. Someone had dared harm Dean? HIS DEAN?! Shadows of Castiel's wings formed and the next thing everyone was aware of was the bright flash as Castiel went around killing the demons…but not before one chanted something off.
"Sam!" Castiel shouted to the younger Winchester, but Sam was aware.
He went to cover Dean and Charlie, before he was flat on his back and Charlie was up against a wall…both their eyes wide in horror. Dean was standing up…body shaking with pain as he forced his limbs to overcome to pain…and had taken the spell.
"Dean, are you trying to commit suicide!" Sam shouted, shooting to his feet.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing Sam? I'm…protecting you...and Charlie." Dean said…before he had collapsed.
That's how they were now, at the bunker, with Dean laying on his stomach in his room with this weird feeling in his back. Charlie had officially moved into a spare room within the bunker, claiming it her's; and Castiel had also moved into the bunker, seeing as the multitude of rooms was endless and his rooms was across Dean's. He had claimed to be close by so he could help Dean, but Dean knew it was an excuse to be close. Him and Castiel had been dating for about 3 month's now, and at first Castiel shared with Dean; but ever since Dean got hurt about 3 days ago, Castiel used a different room claiming his moving around would jostle Dean's wounds and hurt him more. He always walked in though when he awoke and before bed to be with him; and while it was touching…Sam would rather have them in the same room again.
"How are you feeling Dean?" the voice of Castiel asked as the blue-eyed angel entered the room.
"Been better, my back still feels weird though." Dean explained, motioning to his back.
"I don't see how considering I healed you wounds, and the spell that demon chanted off did nothing from what I could trace." Castiel explained, and Dean nodded.
It was true when the spell hit nothing felt strange, but a day after the attack Dean began feeling weird…like something was underneath his skin and it itched like hell! Every time he stretched his back it felt like something moved and it freaked him the fuck out, but he dealt with it; especially when Castiel offered to massage his back.
"The feeling back?" Castiel asked sitting beside Dean who sighed with a nod.
"Yeah, that weird ass feeling is back…but I'm dealing with it." Dean said as he turned on the bed a bit to wrap his arms around Castiel's waist.
Castiel just smiled at Dean, even if Dean kept on his stomach hugging Castiel; it always warmed Castiel's heart. Suddenly Dean stiffened and gave a growl of pain, worrying Castiel…what was going on?
"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asked, looking at Dean concerned.
"Yeah, just felt a weird jab of pain, I feel like something's-AH!" Dean shouted in pain, letting Castiel go to rub a shoulder blade.
"Dean!" Castiel shouted, spinning around and holding Dean's shoulder.
Castiel's shout and Dean's pained scream brought Sam and Charlie running into the room; their eyes wide in fear and panic.
"What's going on?" Sam asked, worry in his green eyes.
"I don't know!" Castiel snapped out, before hugging Dean around his shoulders.
Castiel placed a hand on Dean's shoulder blades…before his eyes widened in fear and horror. Dean wasn't lying when he said something was moving under his skin around the shoulders…Castiel could feel it, barely but he still felt it.
'What in cosmos is going on?' Castiel thought, eyes scrunched in confusion.
Dean gave another pained shouted and collapsed on the bed, body shaking in pain as he felt whatever it was move against the skin of his shoulders blades and push as if it was trying to rip free.
"Dean!" Charlie shouted, falling to her knee's beside the bed, and looking at him worried.
He was like an older brother to her for Christ's sake, and seeing him in this much pain; the boy who helped her begin her hunting, who taught her to face her fears, who told her he had her back, to see him in this much pain hurt her as well. Sam knelt down and lifted Dean's face, seeing the normally bright green eyes dull and in pain, and he hugged his brother, hoping to comfort him.
"Sam…come here." Castiel's voice said, slow and calm…and Sam knew something was serious.
Sam got up and stood on the other side of Dean, looking at Castiel worried, and Castiel pointed toward Dean's back. Sam looked down, before muffling a gasp at what he saw. On Dean's back were two long red scars, from the knives the demon's had, but Sam could see something moving under the skin and the random ridges whenever something seemed to press flat against the skin.
"I've seen this before, but this isn't a spell designed for human's to bear; this is used for human's who have grace appear within them. One of the archangels, Gabriel, designed the spell years ago for humans. It was meant for humans who had grace appear within them to have wings. Dean is growing wings Sam, and they are trying to break through the skin." Castiel whispered to Sam, whose eyes were wide in shock.
"Why is Dean growing wings?" Sam asked, and Castiel hummed.
"My guess is it's the older version of the spell, the spell was made for human's with grace to grow wings; but the pain was unbearable that most died before their wings sprouted. Gabriel changed the wording of the spell centuries ago so the human's with grace could live as they grew their wings. Most angel's appeared when a human with grace began growing their wings so they could help them through the process and make sure they felt no pain." Castiel explained as Charlie hugged Dean, crying.
"Then why is Dean about to die?!" Sam whispered harshly, glaring at Castiel.
"Because the spell they chanted off had none of the healing words within it, but I have a feeling they knew I'd be nearby and knew I'd help him. I do plan to make sure Dean lives through this, but I need yours and Charlie's help." Castiel explained, and Sam nodded looking at his brother worried.
"Charlie, you and me need to help Castiel with Dean." Sam said kneeling to Charlie, and she looked at Sam confused.
"What do we do?" Charlie asked as Castiel snapped his fingers and rope appeared.
"Tie his hands together and hold him, Sam same with the legs." Castiel said and the two nodded.
Dean's mind was in such a pained haze he was unaware of Charlie and Sam tying his hands and legs together; it was only once he felt pain on his back that he realized the predicament he was in. He tugged on his hands bonds, only to hear Charlie grunt in strain and saw she was holding his bound hands. He kicked his legs, only to hear Sam grunt and looked back as best he could to see Sam had his legs down, his legs bound as well.
"W-what the hell?!" Dean shouted, before he felt pain rippled across his back and scream.
"Cas, hurry up!" Sam shouted, looking at Castiel.
Castiel growled, before he cut the skin over the left shoulder blade open and a wing burst out with a scream leaving Dean. Castiel repeated it with the right shoulder blade, the same happening, even as another scream left Dean. Now in the room was a pair of black wings sprouting from Dean's back, blood and other bodily fluids covering the wings giving them an odd sheen as the body fluids made them shimmer, but the blood made them look deadly.
"Those are real wings." Charlie breathed out, looking at the giant black wings.
"No kidding." Sam said, looking at the wings in awe.
Castiel himself was speechless, unable to form words and he felt his own wings shiver in anticipation but they were hidden. Dean's heavy breathing brought Castiel to his senses and he looked at Sam and nodded as Sam left to grab a towel, even as Charlie undid the bindings on Dean. Sam returned with the towel and began helping Castiel cleaning the blood, and Dean tried to regain his bearings.
"Cas, why don't you use your powers to heal him?" Sam asked, and Castiel sighed as he stopped and looked at Sam.
"Dean just sprouted wings, if I were to use my powers right now I could permanently damage his wings to where they would be useless and get in the way." Castiel explained sternly, before he heard Dean groan.
"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asked as he lifted Dean's face, and Dean's eyes focused on Castiel.
"Cas…what…happened?" Dean asked, leaning his head further into Castiel's warm hands.
"Look at your back as best you can." Castiel said, giving Dean a small smile.
Dean looked back before his eyes widened in shock and awe at the massive wings behind him, surprised those were in him.
"Are these…mine?" Dean asked, looking at Castiel in confusion.
"I do believe so." Castiel said with a smile, before he helped Sam clean the rest of the blood.
Once the blood was cleaned, they helped Dean get dressed in different clothes and Charlie helped him shower, telling Castiel and Sam to make something for Dean to eat. Halfway through cooking, Sam noticed Castiel was unusually stiff, and he sighed tapping the angel's shoulder.
"Hey Cas, you okay?" Sam asked Castiel, who relaxed and nodded.
"Yes, just wrapping my brain around this all. I'm confused as to why the demon knew the spell, and why he used it on Dean. I checked Dean while bringing the wings out, and there is no grace within Dean that signifies the awaking of being an angel, or even having wings. The fact that he was forced into having wings has shocked me…but it's also quiet appealing." Castiel said, and Sam raised a brow confused.
"Appealing? How?" Sam asked, stirring the soup again.
"When it comes to angel's, we find wings to be extremely attractive seeing as we see the soul and wings rather than a body as heaven is mainly filled with souls and not bodies." Castiel explained, and Sam urged him to continue.
"Aside from Dean be physically attractive, his soul being attractive, and everything about him amazing; the fact that he now has wings, I…I just don't know. Somehow I find myself drawn even more into him than I believed was possible." Castiel explained, and Sam chuckled as he opened the fridge.
"Dude, you are so far into my brother." Sam teased, making the angel flush red.
"I won't deny, his wings do look cool. What do your wings look like Cas?" Sam asked, suddenly eager to see Dean's boyfriends' wings.
Castiel stiffened and looked at Sam, his look filled with fear and regret; confusing Sam. Didn't Castiel have wings? Why did he look so scared? Before Sam could question him Charlie waltzed in with Dean, the elder Winchester holding his wings as they walked in, not wanting his wings to hit anything.
"How the hell does one control these things?" Dean grumbled as he walked in, and Castiel turned around, before smiling as he walked toward Dean.
"Here Dean, let me show you how to fold your wings." Castiel said, walking up next to Dean and pointing things out.
Sam noticed how Castiel purposefully didn't touch Dean's wings, avoiding whenever they twitched or fluttered and it got him curious. Why was Castiel not touching the wings? Was there something going on they should know? Soon the food was ready, everyone sat down, and began eating and talking, or flirting in Dean's and Castiel's case, even as Sam and Charlie talked about games, with Charlie talking about the new Larping festival she was at.
"Hey Dean, stretch your wings out real quick." Charlie suddenly said, confusing everyone.
"What, why?" Dean asked raising a brow.
"I wanna see how long they are. Sam says their twice your size, I wanna see if their longer." Charlie said and Sam snorted, thinking he'd win.
Dean shrugged and fanned his wings out to their full length, unaware of how Castiel bit his bottom lip, and flushed seeing as he ducked his head. He wasn't ashamed to be flushing around Dean, but he didn't feel like letting Sam and Charlie find out how flushed he was.
"Ha, their bigger! They've got to be at least 13 feet long, and about 4 feet tall. Folded into his back, they look to be about 6 feet, top!" Charlie exclaimed excitedly, and Dean smiled in pride.
"I wonder how they feel." Charlie softly said, and reached a hand to touch the wing.
Okay, so CLIFFY! What will happen when Charlie touches Dean's wing? Who knows, but we'll be finding out in the next chapter of 'Possessive Wings of My Angel', so keep reading folks! ^^ I know, I've been on a huge Supernatural write down, don't judge me, and beside's the pairing is amazing. SPN needs to make Destiel canon!