It was too damn hot in the bunker, and it was putting Dean in a terrible mood. He lost count of how many times he snapped at Sam, who had decided it was best to just hide behind his laptop and try to figure out how to fix the ancient air conditioning system. Anything was better than listening to Dean bitch and moan about the heat.
"It's so hot in here," he groaned, plopping down on the couch and turning the fan towards himself. Sam just rolled his eyes, muttering about Dean's lack of help. He loved his brother, but god, Dean could really whine like a bitch when he wanted to.
Castiel walked slowly around the upper level of the bunker, the sticky heat in the building making no difference to him. His shoulders were slumped slightly and he looked even smaller than he usually did in his suit and trench coat. He'd been staying at the bunker with Sam and Dean since he had wrenched himself from Naomi's grip. This was the first day he really got to explore the bunker, as he'd been resting for a few days, recharging his, as Dean called it, angel mojo.
"It's so hot in here." Cas smiled slightly at Dean's complaint, thinking about the dichotomy that was Dean Winchester. Dean was this incredible hunter: rugged and tough, having experienced things no other human could possibly handle. He was, at the same time, quite childish, often complaining about mundane things. Cas' smile grew as he thought about the hunter, a soft laugh huffing from his lips.
He made his way down to where Sam and Dean were, sitting on the couch next to the older Winchester. Castiel's back was straight and squared, as per usual. His stance on the couch differed so greatly from Dean's relaxed and almost lazy one. "Hello, Dean," he said, his voice as gruff as ever; the greeting had almost become a ritual, the words slipping out whenever he saw this man with whom he had such a strong bond.
Dean looked over at Cas, shaking his head. "Dude, seriously, how can you wear that coat in this heat? You're gonna fry your brains." He pressed down the button on the base of the fan, causing the fan to start oscillating. It was a big gesture for Dean, sharing the cool air with anyone. He definitely prided himself on being a huge fan hog.
He sat up straighter, stretching and pulling his button-down off, tossing it aside. He relaxed once more, leaning back into the couch and stretching out in his wife beater. "If you don't get that air conditioner fixed soon, I'm going to be walking around this place butt ass naked." He plopped his feet up on the table, looking expectantly up at Sam, who huffed and got up.
"Ok, ok, I think I've figured it out," Sam grumbled, walking out of the room.
"Thank you," Dean called, grinning. "He seems more like the Sam we all know and love these days, huh?"
Cas let his eyes close for a moment as the fan whizzed and blew over his face, mussing up his hair. He was not hot but the cool breeze made his lips curl up in the slightest of smiles. Castiel opened his eyes when the fan oscillated off of him and towards Dean; his eyes followed the fan, falling upon a Dean taking off his shirt. Cas' eyes widened just a bit at Dean's words, doubting not even for a second that the hunter would walk around in all of his naked glory.
Cas got more comfortable on the couch, leaning back and folding his hands on his lap. "Thank you, Sam," Cas said as the younger brother rose to fix the AC. "He definitely is seeming more like his old self," Cas mused in agreement. Castiel had known exactly how to fix the air conditioning and, upon launching into how, Sam had quickly stopped him and said that he had wanted to do it on his own. That definitely was more like the Sam Castiel had first met after he had raised Dean from perdition.
Cas let his eyes close once again as the breeze from the fan drifted over his face once again. He was now thinking about that day when he met Dean face to face in the barn, the look on Dean's face when the shadow of his wings was splayed across the walls. That was the first and only time Castiel had shown Dean even just a glimmer of his wings. He shifted rather uncomfortably, now fully aware of the soft appendages at his back. Castiel let out a soft grunt, wriggling around. The wings never really bothered him; it was only when he got to thinking about showing Dean his wings that they just...rubbed him the wrong way.
Dean looked over at Cas, quirking a brow. He'd been acting… different. "You ok there?" He leaned in a little, his expression quickly changing to one of concern. "Cas, you ok?" He'd worried a lot about Cas since they got out of Purgatory, and when Cas acting like this, it didn't help his worrying.
"My wings, Dean," Cas grunted out in reply, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He could hear the concern in Dean's voice but he couldn't really hear anything else. The dull and throbbing pain from his cramped wings was worse than usual and he flexed the muscles of his back, willing the big feathery masses not to pop out and whack Dean in the face.
Castiel's face was taught, the furrow between his brow even more pronounced than usual as his wings made every effort to break free of the constraining trench coat. "My wings just feel...cramped," Cas went on to explain, opening his eyes and looking over at Dean; his pupils were so dilated that there was just a small ring of blue around them. "They hurt. Do you mind...can I…" Cas stopped his request, not wanting to expose his wings in front of Dean, fearing that it would make him uncomfortable.
Dean sat back, looking relieved. "Oh, yeah, sure Cas. Whatever. Just, uhh," he scooted over a little on the couch, "there, that good?" He remembered that first time he saw the shadow of Cas' wings, big and black, and he wasn't sure how big they actually were. He'd never seen them, not really, and the idea of finally seeing something so private, well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't flattered.
"Just, uhh, make yourself comfortable, ok? It's your home too now, Cas." He gave him a smile, watching intently.
Cas listened to Dean, his eyes shut tight against the pain at his back. When Dean gave him the go ahead, Castiel stood and shed the trench coat, letting out a soft puff of air. He already felt better, although not entirely. "Just...be careful, Dean." Cas' words were low and rough, his eyes still closed as he threw the cobalt blue tie to the floor. Cas took of the suit jacket and shirt just in time, as it felt as if his wings were going to explode through the fabric.
Cas let out a sigh of relief when, finally, he let his wings extend from his back, a few molting feathers falling to the ground. He beat his wings once, twice, thrice, stretching out the appendages. Castiel's wings were dark black with a few dark blue and purple feathers mixed in, creating a beautiful wave of deep color.
Cas' eyes opened slowly, his face now much more relaxed as he slowly inched back down onto the couch, careful not to hit Dean in the face. His wings folded nicely against his back, the edges covering his lithe and toned arms. "That feels much better. Thank you, Dean." Cas turned his head to look at the hunter, a small smile on his face.
Dean's eyes were fixed on Cas' wings, and his tongue peeked out, wetting his thick pink lips. "Yeah… no problem…" He hadn't thought much about Cas' wings, they had never really meant much to him. But now, seeing them close up, they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
He didn't know what took over, maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was that profound bond Cas claimed they had. Whatever it was, it took hold, and before Dean could stop himself he was reaching out to gently touch one of the shining black feathers. It was soft, an interesting mix of baby hair softness and the slippery texture of silk. It felt amazing, and he reached to touch it again, before looking up at Cas for permission.
Castiel could see, almost feel, Dean's utter fascination with his wings which caused his smile to grow ever so slightly. He felt...special, almost, that Dean was so enraptured by his wings. Cas was too busy staring into Dean's green eyes to notice the Winchester reach out and stroke his feathers.
An obscenely loud and sexual moan escaped from Castiel's lips before he could stop himself, his entire body trembling at the touch. He opened his eyes in time to see Dean looking at him, those green eyes asking for permission to continue. Cas merely nodded, unable to come up with any words. His cheeks and ears had flushed bright red, either from embarrassment or from the sensation of having this incredible human being touching his wings.
Cas had never felt anything like that before. The way his heart seemed to thud faster and stop all at once, the way goosebumps rose up on his skin and a shiver went down his spine, the way his breath caught in his throat. And that moan, dear God, it had been so out of character for Cas but he just couldn't help himself. It seemed that the bond between him and Dean was a lot stronger than he expected.
Dean's eyes widened at the moan. "Cas… Are you… Did that feel good?" He felt himself flush a little, something rare for the hunter. He licked his lips, stroking at the same feather again. He tried to ignore the way his pants had started to tighten. He blamed Sam. If stupid Sam had just fixed the stupid air conditioner, then maybe this wouldn't be happening and maybe Dean wouldn't seriously be questioning his sexuality at the moment.
He wasn't gay. He'd fucked way too many chicks to be gay. And, yeah, maybe he'd always had an appreciation for an attractive man, but that was normal, right? So, maybe this wasn't so much a "gay thing" as it was a "Cas thing." Besides, it wasn't like anything could come from it anyway. Cas was an angel, so, he was immune to sexuality, right?
Castiel's breath hitched each time he tried to breathe, his chest heaving. "Y-yeah…" he managed to stutter. "Yeah, Dean. That feels...really good." Another groan escaped Cas' lips as Dean continued touching his wings. His eyes remained closed, just taking in the sensation of those rough and calloused hands stroking over his feathers.
Cas felt his pants begin to tighten in the crotch area and he shifted only slightly, pressing his palm down, unsure really of what was going on. Sure, he had watched The Pizza Man and had accidentally stumbled across Dean's Busty Asian Beauties, but he had never really experienced this for himself.
"Dean…" The hunter's name escaped Castiel's lips as a wrecked moan and he squirmed again, pressing his palm down even harder. "Dean, I…" Castiel couldn't even bring himself to finish his thoughts, as the hands caressing his wings were taking over his entire being. His eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to look at Dean, wanting to watch Dean stroke his wings.
Dean looked up, catching Cas' gaze and stilling. "Cas.. I… I'm sorry." He snatched his hand back, feeling his cheeks get even warmer. He couldn't believe he just did that.
What the hell was he thinking? Just, touching Cas like that. God, what was wrong with him?
Suddenly, as if the world had gone dark, Dean's warm fingers were no longer on his wings. Cas' eyes were wide open, fear gripping him, afraid he had done something wrong. As Dean's apology spewed from his lips, Castiel couldn't help but smile just a bit, letting out a soft sigh.
"It's okay, Dean," he said, his voice a few octaves deeper than it usually was. "I was...enjoying your touch." Castiel moved so that his back was facing Dean. He fluffed his feathers, his wings creating a slight breeze as they beat. "You can continue touching them if you want to." He hoped, more than anything, that Dean would agree and continue, as the loss of those glorious hands on him was devastating in the worst of ways. "Please," he added, the word tumbling from his lips, almost inaudibly. He hoped that Dean couldn't hear the desperation in his voice.
Dean obliged. This was for Cas, really. He was doing this for Cas. He repeated the mantra over and over in his head, reaching out and stroking at Cas' wings, trying to ignore the way the angel's moans went straight to his dick.
"I, umm, I didn't know that angels liked having their wings touched," he said, trying to piece together words to make coherent sentences. He didn't want to admit how hard it was.
Then again, that wasn't the only thing that was.
As Dean continued to stroked Cas' wings, the angel couldn't help but let out soft moans, ever so slightly rubbing his palm against his hard cock, feeling slightly uncomfortable at how it pressed against his pants. Cas decided, right then, that there was nothing more incredible in this world.
When Dean spoke, Castiel's eyes opened wide. He had hoped that Dean wouldn't bring that up, as it had a rather interesting explanation. Cas savored Dean touching his wings for a moment more, hoping that his response wouldn't cause the hunter to stop.
"When there is...a bond...a bond between an angel and a human…" Castiel's words were accompanied by sharp exhalations and slight moans. "I mean...I-It only happens...Angels only enjoy this when there is that bond there…" Cas drifted off, his eyes closing again as his head lulled back against his neck.
"God," Cas whispered, not really noticing that he was taking his Father's name in vain. "God, Dean that feels so good. Please...don't stop…" Castiel couldn't help but plead, his stomach swooping with this strange feeling as Dean continued.
Dean nodded, biting at his bottom lip and continuing to stroke and play with Cas' feathers. "So, is it like, a sexual thing?" He didn't know why he had asked, and instantly wished he could take it back. "I mean, umm, with some people?"
Cas huffed out a laugh, turning halfway so that Dean could still touch his feathers but so that he could see Dean as well. "With some people, it is," he said quietly, looking deep into those green eyes. Castiel was painfully hard now, his palm quite obviously moving over his dick, his movements not as subtle as before.
"Dean…" Cas' voice was even more gruff than usual, his mouth dry. Cas couldn't explain it. Well, he could. He could feel the bond that he and Dean had, he just never thought anything would come of it. He merely thought he would be there to help and guide the hunters. But now, with them so intimately close, he couldn't deny that there was something else.
"Dean," he repeated, the name now nothing but a whisper. Castiel felt himself moving forward towards Dean's lips, his eyes starting to droop shut.