I Don't Believe, How Did This Happen To Me?

Dean didn't believe this crap about an angel pulling him out of Hell…he didn't even believe in angels. At least, not until this morning, when he woke up with wings sprouting out his back.

"Sam! What am I going to do? I can't go outside with huge ass wings coming out of my back!" Dean exclaimed.

"Dude, cool it. Maybe it's a prank. You know, like a Trickster or somethin'. Maybe you should call Castiel and ask him." Sam said.

"I'm not calling Castiel. He- Okay dude, personal freaking space."

Of course, Castiel was already in front of him, their noses touching. This guy had a serious problem with invading personal space.

"Hello, Dean. I see you're not enjoying your new wings. Though, I believe they look nice on you." Castiel said, taking a few steps back from Dean.

"No, I'm not enjoying them. I'm not an angel, nor have I ever been." Dean said.

"Dean, it's part of the plan. When you were very young, this was all planned out. You are an angel, just not a complete one. You are also part demon. You are a dark angel."

"A dark angel? So now I'm one of the things I hunt? Oh, just freakin' great!"

"No, you are not. You are good and evil, the perfect balance of the spirits, depending on the situation."

"So now I'm gonna have black eyes and black wings? How will I be able to hide that?"

"The same way I do. You wear a jacket to hide your wings, and your eyes only show during battle. Very simple."

"Oh, yeah. Simple."

"Dean, this is awesome! You have powers religious people can only dream about. That's special." Sam said.

"Thank you, oh religious one." Dean growled. He was trying to keep his emotions in check. And it wasn't exactly working.

"Dean? Come on dude, don't cry. I don't think I could stand the sight of you crying. I've never actually seen you cry."

"I'm not crying! I don't cry!"

Dean ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. He locked it and just started crying. Sam cautiously knocked on the door, not wanting to upset his brother even further.

"Go away! And don't you dare try to console me and tell me that it's okay!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, I know it seems bad now, but it'll get better. Castiel said you can hide the wings, and that the black eyes only show during battle." Sam said gently.

"Sam, you don't understand! I'm not a Winchester anymore…I'm a disgrace to our family name. Dad wouldn't be proud, he'd be disgusted."

"Dean, Dad's not here. So, be happy about your gift."

"He may not be here to you, but he is to me. And I follow his orders."

Dean came out of the bathroom and looked at Sam. Sam could see Dean's shattered look. This was bad. Sam knew Dean was about to shut down and that would be that. Dean just walked over to his duffel and pulled on a shirt and his leather jacket. That was that, and Dean wasn't going to look back. He would spend the rest of his days as a dark angel. As a disgrace to his family name.