Five times.

Five times Dean had asked to see Cas's wings since the first night.

Cas knew he had to do something about it. He couldn't put it off any longer because he knew it would disappoint his little land angel.

And he didn't want to tell Dean why because it would be like forcing Dean to love him. And Dean wasn't ready for love just yet Cas thought.

So that is why he was standing in the middle of a craft store called Michael's.

It was completely necessary that he was there though.

When Cas walked into the store the first thought he had was "How does one man own so many of these stores?"

But then he thought that was silly and decided that it must be a family business. The first Michael must have named his son Michael as well and passed the store down and the cycle kept repeating.

But his thoughts were stopped on a dime when he smelled the best smell he had possibly ever smelled. Well, besides Dean of course.

He followed his nose until he reached the source of the brilliant cinnamon-y smell. He stopped at a large cardboard container and peered over the edge. Pinecones. Bundles of pinecones. Cas stepped back to look at the container. "SCENTED PINECONES" was written on the front in loopy scrawl.

Cas looked left.

Then he looked right.

He then picked up a bundle of the pinecones and headed to the kid's craft section in search of fake black feathers.

It took many twists and turns to find it. Weaving in and out of jewelry making supply aisles. Squeezing past some of the rather larger women that were in the knitting department. He finally was greeted by a brightly colored aisle with at least ten million different types of glitter. He cautiously walked down the aisle, making sure to look at everything that was in it.

He stopped when he found the bags of fake feathers. All the white ones were gone. Figures, Cas could imagine all the "angel wings" that were made of white feathers.

He scooped up all the black feathers that were on the shelf and tossed them onto the shopping cart.

Castiel went to go pay for all the feathers and scented pinecones.

The cashier looked at him like he was crazy but only for a moment.

"Quite a selection today sir, huh?" She reminded him of Dean in some weird way. She had the same tired look and flippant attitude that Dean always carried with him.

Cas smiled at her and paid after what seemed like hours of ringing up feathers. He pushed the cart outside and the sun was going down. He sighed and put all the bags on his arms and in a flutter of wings he disappeared. Next stop, Bobby's.


So? You like it? Sorry if Cas is a bit OOC in this chapter. But it'll all make sense.

IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! DUN DUN DUN!

Ok well please review if you want.

Pippa!

-CaptainFangirl