Just another day
Another drabble. Dean, Cas and Sam have a motel room with dishes and a kitchen sink, so they are trying to teach Cas to wash up.

"C'mon Cas. You want to be human now right? So help out." Sam Winchester yanked Cas off the couch. Piles of dirty plates tower above the sink, and a couple of dish rags dangle from the counters.
" There's only two rags Sam. Ill help with something-" Cas was cut off by a chortle from Sam.
"God, Cas, really? Man up and help. Dean will be here on a sec. Put soap in the sink and fill it halfway. I'm going to the library." He walked out. Cas narrowed his eyes. He couldn't tell if there was sarcasm on Sam's voice. He shrugged and turned around. Put the soap in the sink. Easy. He put the bottle in, and stood it up. This doesn't look right, he thought. Fill it halfway. He must have meant pour half the soap in. He pulled and pushed and twisted at the tap until water came out. Instantly bubbles poured out, so he shut it off and waited for Dean. When he came in, Cas jumped up and greeted him. He led him proudly to the sink.
"Christ, what happened here? The sink is half soap!" Cas was confused.
"That's what Sam said. Put the soap in the sink and fill it halfway." Dean laughed.
"No, Cas, put soap in and fill it with water, not soap!"
Cas looked down. Oops. Dean let out the soap and bubbles and refilled it with the proper amounts of each. He plopped a plate in and showed Cas how to scrub and rinse.

They finished the dishes early, and Cas went for a walk along the highway. He was breathing hard, and tears ran down his face. He sat in some bushes, wiping the dampness from his eyes. He was mourning his wings, his grace. He wished he could run his fingers through his feathers, and do some angel mojo. But he couldn't. They were gone, and no matter how happy he was with the Winchesters, he could never be truly at home anymore. He plucked a few flowers from a nearby bush, and scraped the ground until. he found feathers. Using the stems of flowers and sticky sap he pieced together a miniature pair of wings, sticky, matted with dirt, but wings. He patted them, and watched the sun set. He slid into a light sleep, tears still staining his face, aging him greatly.
"Jesus Christ, Cas! Are you...ok?" Cas opened his eyes. Dean and Sam were standing over him. Sam reached out a hand and helped him stand. His held his little wings tightly. They half carried him to the Impala, and buckled him into the seat. Dean was driving, and dust filled the air.
"Sorry I scared you Dean."
No answer.
"Dean?"
Dean looked at him sadly. He just shook his head.
" Don't be. I know it hard for you, and you keep trying to be human. You'll be alright. Now, get some rest. We're almost to Phoenix."
Case tries to sleep, but images rushed through his head. They passed a ghostly cornfield, and he imagined walking through it, under the reddened moonlight. He dreamed his wings grew back, and he flew over the impala, up into the impending dawn, leaving his human form behind. He was free.

Sam was taking a turn driving for a few hours, so Dean could sleep. But Dean kept turning his head to Cas. The minute something was up, he knew.
"Sam, pull over." Sam looked startled, but he stopped. Dram crawled out and threw open the back door.
" Cas, wake up. Please buddy. I need you." Dean was shaking his shoulders. Cas remained limp in his arms. Sam touched his shoulder and tried to pull him away.
" Goddammit Castiel, wake up!" Dean was sobbing now, shaking hard. He leaned in to Cas, and hugged him.
" I love you Cas. I won't forget if you don't."