Dean groaned as he pushed himself up in the crappy motel bed. He needed coffee. He needed coffee now!
"Dean?" Sam called from outside the room. "I've got breakfast: coffee, bacon and pie." With that the taller, which really irritated Dean, of the Winchester brothers came through the door.
When Sam saw Dean, he stopped in his tracks. "Dude! What happened?" Sam's gaze was fixed just over Dean's shoulder.
"What?" Dean said stretching out and reaching for the coffee. As the older Winchester stretched his arm towards the coffee a huge sandy wing curved around with it. "-the hell?" Dean cried out. "Sammy, what's going on?"
"I'll look into it," Sam said, dazedly handing the breakfast over. Without any further communication Sam backed up to the table and tried to ignore the huge limbs on his brother's back. He pulled his laptop up and started to research. As it turns out, there was absolutely nothing Sam could find on these wings.
Dean spent his time experimenting with his new wings. First he tried moving them without moving his arms, which turned out to be difficult. It was like trying to move your ring finger separate to your little finger. Eventually though, Dean managed to move them without moving his arms. Then he tried moving them separately to each other, this turned out to be much easier than moving them without his arms.
He started to circle them around by rolling his shoulders. "Dean," Sam suddenly said.
"What Sammy?" Dean replied stretching the wings out.
" I can't find anything on growing wings here," the younger stated turning to his brother. "We could ask Bobby?"
"Good luck with that!" Dean said as he lay back.
"... Or Cas?" Sam added.
Dean shot up. "Why would we ask Cas?"
"Wings dude," Sam said gesturing to the huge things. "Kind of angel territory, don't you think?"