They got back to Bobby's within ten minutes. And within those ten minutes, Cas had passed out in the backseat. And Dean was having problems getting him out

"SAM!" Dean shouted, "I need help!" The door opened, and Sam came out of the door, "Who's that?" All that he could see was a black mass in the backseat.

"It's Cas. He ran into a tree, and now his wings have materialized. At least that's what I could gather. Could you gimme some help hear?" Dean had the door open as wide as he could, and he was maneuvering limbs and wings to try to get Cas out of the car. Sam put down his coffee to help get Cas out of the car. "Okay... So he's got wings now?"

"... I guess."

"Are they permanent?"

"I honestly have no idea."

So they finally were able to drag/carry Cas into the house, into the living room, and onto Bobby's couch. And Bobby was going to have a fit when he got back from the hunt that he was on with Rufus.

"Right." Dean said, staring at Cas, who was unconscious on the couch, wings sprawled out above him. "Now what are we going to do?"

"Call Mels? She's an Angel. She could know what to do, right?" Sam asked, and Dean just shrugged. Sam took that as a yes.

"I pray to thee, Melody, or Mels, I- uh... Well, there's a bit of a situation down here right now. Cas is a bit, well... feathery."

There was a fluttering of wings. "Crap." The tone in her voice was less angry, or annoyed, and more just... impressed. She smirked, staring at Cas, who was still lying unconscious on the couch. "Lemme guess. You want me to see if it can be reversed?" The both nodded.

"On it." And with another flapping of wings, she was gone.

As they didn't really know what to do after they left, they both just sat down awkwardly, waiting for Cas to regain conciseness, and then maybe telling them a little more to what the hell was going on just then. As they sat there, each pondering their own theories, they both heard the key being put in the front door lock. They jumped, suddenly terrified of what Bobby was going to say. They looked like five year olds whose parents were about to catch them with their hands stuck in a cookie jar. The door opened to reveal Bobby grumbling about Rufus dragging him about. he stopped when he saw the brothers, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at them. "What have you two done now?"

"Well, I just want to say that it wasn't our faults." Dean started.

"Technically, it was all Cas's fault." Sam added, and Dean nodded after pausing slightly.

"Fine. What did Cas do, then?"

"Well he has wings." Sam said bluntly.

"Well, yeah. I know that. He's an Angel." Bobby said with an air of someone who knew that there was more to this story.

"No... you can... see them now. They're fluffy. And black. And now he's passed out on your couch." Dean said all in a rush. Sometimes, Bobby could seriously terrify Dean. Bobby didn't say anything for a minute, he just started at Dean. Finally he walked past the two brothers, who were blocking Bobby's sight into his living room (that had been one of Bobby's first clues that his boys were up to something. They were always horrible at lying when it came to things like this. The second thing that clued Bobby into the fact that they were up to something, was their what-no-what-are-you-talking-about-we-aren't-doing-anything-wrong expression. They could only lie when it really, really counted). He stood over the couch, staring at Cas, who was still unconscious, with his large black, (and Dean had been right, they really were very fluffy) wings, that spread out across basically the entirety of the room. Cas's wings. Not really how Bobby pictured Angel wings to be. He'd expected them to be white. Or gold. Not ebony. Bobby looked back at Sam, "How?" He asked simply, knowing that he could rely on Sam giving him a straight answer. Sam nodded towards Dean. Bobby shifted his gaze to Dean, raising his eyebrows. Dean sighed, relieved that Bobby wasn't mad about the feather fluff that had gotten dragged throughout the house as Sam and Dean brought Cas to the couch. Dean explained what had happened, from when he got the call, up to Bobby arriving back home. (Like with Sam, Dean left out him singing).

They all sat in the living room, waiting for Cas to wake up. Nobody really said anything, or did anything really, but stare at Cas and each other. Dean mostly stared at Cas, while Sam smirked at him. Bobby just rolled his eyes, mumbling something about 'love-struck idjits' under his breath, but Dean didn't appear to have noticed (Well, he definitely didn't notice. If he had, he most probably would've gone fiery red, and started adamantly denying it to Sam's obvious amusement). And so they sat there, in the living room, waiting. And they waited for two and a half more hours. When Cas finally shifted, Dean sat up on high alert.

"Mmh..."

"Cas! You okay?" Dean's concern was oozing out of him, completely uncontrollably. Sam probably would've smirked again, but he too was concerned about Cas's wellbeing.

"I think so..." His voice was still weary from just waking up. Cas rubbed his face, and sat up. He glanced at his wings, staring at them interestedly, as if they didn't really bother him, but still wasn't really used to this. He stared picking twigs out of the feathers that were still stuck there from when he was stuck in the tree. Every once in a while, Cas would still wince, and Dean would then wince sympathetically with him. Cas started struggling to pull out a larger twig stuck on the back of his wing, just at the base where he couldn't reach it. After a few moments of watching Cas struggling, Dean stood up, and settled himself behind Cas on the couch. He pulled the twig out of Cas's long, silky-yet-fluffy feathers. Dean continued to pick bits of twig out of Cas's wings (grooming was all that Sam could call it), while Sam surreptitiously started filming it with his phone. Sam noticed that Cas probably could've done the job himself at this point, but Dean continued grooming (to use Sam's wording).

Ten minutes later, though, it was no longer grooming. Dean and Cas had successfully finished picking all of the twigs and leaves out of Cas's wings, yet Dean was still absentmindedly rubbing his hands along Cas's wings, and through his feathers. Cas was obviously enjoying it. His eyes were closed, and he was making odd, cat-like noises of content. Sam just rolled his eyes, and motioned to Bobby to leave to let the pair have some time alone.

"So." Bobby started when they got to the kitchen. "When did you find out?"

"About them? Oh, different times. Cas told me after the whole jinn incident, and then Dean told me-"

"Dean actually said something?" Bobby was surprised and impressed that Dean actually expressed his feelings. Especially such deep, and personal feelings. "So when did ya force it out of 'im?"

"Well, I didn't force it out of him, per se, but he didn't really say it willingly either. See, it was when Cas had been stabbed. He got himself kinda drunk, and I had to ask him what he meant when he said 'I need to get myself drunk. I'm gonna tell you something, but I'm gonna have to get drunk to tell you'. So he told me. His exact words" Sam smirked, "Were, and I'll never forget this, 'I think I might be a little bit in love with Cas." Bobby snorted. Of course Dean would make it as complicated as possible. And he would make it sound as insignificant as possible as well, even though it was huge. Even if he said that it was only 'a little bit'. Bobby had guessed years before (he'd started suspecting about Dean really not only liking girls when his siren had been a dude).

*:*:*:*:*

They bustled about for the next couple of hours . Or rather, Sam and Bobby bustled about, avoiding the living room that Cas and Dean were it. They wanted to give them a bit of space. At six though, Sam went to tell them that dinner was ready (he knew that Dean would kill him if he found out that Sam had let him miss dinner. And dessert. Dessert was equally (if not more) important to dinner). He walked it to find Dean and Cas asleep on the couch. Cas had his wings wrapped loosely, yet protectively around Dean. Sam smiled, and slid his phone out of his pocket. He snapped a picture, and left the room as quietly as he could. He showed Bobby, who, as Sam had predicted quite a while back, rolled his eyes and said that they were 'sickeningly adorable'.


A/N: I am SO sorry that this took so long to put up. I started school on Monday, and I really haven't had as much time to write as I did before. As I said earlier though, I should start writing just a tad bit more, after September 3rd (I get a tablet from the school, so I won't have to vie for my time on the computer that I'm using now (SOOO slow)), then just a bit more after that on September 22nd (My birthday! (I get a keyboard for my laptop, because I can NOT type on those stupid electronic, on screen keyboards. I need to put my hands down and type like a normal person)). So once again, I'm sorry for taking a while, it's really been crazy here. Also, I've been reading Good Omens (really good book, you should really read it, especially if you like Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy), which stars none other then an Angel named Aziraphale, and a demon named Crowley. Yeah. Don't be surprised if I come out with a story with some Aziraphale/Crowley at some point. Please like and comment. Thanks!