It was hard not to stare at Castiel when his wings were out and at their full length. The angel flexed the one closest to Dean and it hit him square in the face.
"Son of a bitch!"
"My apologizes," Castiel mumbled, bringing his wing closer to himself. Dean looked up, hand pressed to his face, glaring at Castiel.
"Stupid bird," Dean muttered, causing the angel to glare in return.
"I am not a bird, Dean." His feathers ruffled in annoyance and he stood a little taller.
"You coulda fooled me," Dean retorted, lowering his hand to check for blood. Castiel huffed and looked away from the hunter, taking whatever will power he had just to not smite him there on the spot.
"It's no wonder the demon's always seem to chase you." Castiel had turned his back to Dean, wings gone. Of course, he would never admit that Dean's insult had hurt him. That would be too "unmanly", showing feelings.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, hands balling up at his sides.
"It means you're an idiot," Sam cut in, walking out of the bathroom, running a hand through his hair. "Leave Cas alone. He's gotta deal with you enough, at least do him a favor and give 'im the morning's off."
Dean shot Sam a glare and grabbed his duffle bag. "Who asked you?" He glanced at Castiel before he turned and left the room, heading out to the Impala.
Sam sighed, watching Dean walk away. "He likes you, Cas. He's just too... Allergic to feelings to really figure out how to tell you."
"Thank you, Sam." Castiel gave a curt nod, turning to look out the door, head tilting slightly. He hoped, in some sort of silly, little human way, that he was the cure for Dean's allergies.