Earning His Wings

by hotandsteamydirkjake

Plagued with nightmares, Cas wonders if these premonitions will come true no matter how much Dean comforts him. Warning: (Some) Season 10 spoilers. This is events happening after S10:E14. Warning: Sexual content. Please, feedback is welcome. Anything that can help me improve is amazing. Thank you for reading my story. It makes me so happy to know that people read and like my work.

1. Chapter 1

"Dean?...Dean! Where are you?!" I frantically look around the quiet and desolate forest for the sandy-haired Winchester, "Dean, I'm hurt, I need your help!" I clutch my side as I fall to the ground, kneeling and bleeding. I forget how I got this wound, but this immense pain is something otherworldly, and my lover is nowhere to be found no matter how much I call for him.

"Cas? Cas?! Wake up, you were having a nightmare," shaken awake by Dean, I look up through the shadowy darkness into his hazel-green eyes. Struck with an unknowing fear for my safety, he places his forehead against mine to calm me. I place my hand on the top of his neck next to the bottom of his hairline in order to pull his face in closer to mine for a gruff kiss. Even though he has itch-inducing stubble, he still manages to have a tongue so soft and delicate that I could imagine it was given to him by God himself. He pulls back to look at me in a daze, "Was it really that bad?"

"Well, I was badly wounded on my side, I was bleeding out. I kept calling for you from in the middle of this horribly destroyed forest, but you were nowhere in sight, and you definitely were not coming for me," he gazed into the lake blue of my eyes with a look of unbelievable sadness.

"Cas, you know I will always be there for you no matter how far I have to come, no matter what creature stands in my way, I will kill it to protect you. You are my everything," my hand slides down onto his pectoral and balls into a fist, grabbing his soft, navy colored tee. He wraps his arms around my shoulders as I place my head in the crevice of his neck under his chin. His collarbone felt solid against my cheekbone, and I could feel his warm pulse on my temple. He loosens his grip on my shoulders and looks at me with a softer, more loving glance. He turns me over so that I am laying on top of him, noses almost touching, pelvis against pelvis. I can feel his warm, minty breath against my lips as he whispers, "I can make you feel safe," making me have such a lust for him that for a moment, I am ashamed to be an angel.