"Dean! Watch out!" Dean heard and at the same moment something pushed him out of the way of the incoming bullet and down onto the hard dirt. His head hit and his vision went black for a few seconds. He felt the ghost-like feather brushing his face before he was able to focus on the pained face of Castiel.
"Are you alright, Dean?" The angel asked through clenched teeth.
"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine. You okay?"
Behind them came a scream and a flash of light as Sam lit the corpse on fire and the ghost disappeared.
"I'll be fine," Castiel said as he got up then offered a hand to Dean.
"Cas, your wing," Sam gasped.
Castiel's shadowed wing was dropping a few feathers from where the bullet had hit. "It will heal," Castiel stated.
Dean touched the wing carefully. It felt more like a thick fog than an actual solid object; He could sort of feel it, yet his hand passed right through.
"Don't worry, Dean. I will be fine."
"You didn't have to do that."
"That bullet would have hit your heart. My wing is nothing."
Dean grabbed onto Castiel and pressed their lips together. "Well, thank you for saving me."
"Anytime."
An uncomfortable cough interrupted their moment. "Uh, guys? It's freezing out. Can we at least get out of the cold?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean leaned close and whispered into the angel's ear. "I'll make it up to you."
"I look forward to it."