Summary: Becca has a problem with her wings. Castiel offers help.

Becca moved her shoulders slightly, feeling how her wings missed being completely stretched out. She had just gotten them back, just like the other angels who were restoring their glory, and knew they needed to be groomed, something she hasn't done in ages.

"You're in pain," Castiel noticed, his voice worried inside her head.

"My wings," She explained, "I think I'm flying wrong."

"I don't think there's a way of flying wrong," He pointed out.

"I didn't fly for thousands of years," She reminded him. "I've lost practice."

Silently, Cass appeared by her side.

"Is there anything I can do?"

The redhaired angel blushed slightly, but nodded.

"I need a mirror," She decided. "I need to see what's happening."

He left for a moment, appearing with a hand mirror and and a bigger version he could hold.

"Can you…" She hesitated, a bit of blush appeared on her cheeks. "Can you close your eyes?"

Castiel frowned, but complied.

No one had laid eyes on her wings in thousands of years, and the fact that she was still restoring her grace just made the angel feel weirder and more insecure about them.

Closing her own baby blue eyes, Becca carefully stretched her left wing, and then the other one, hissing at the ache in the bones and muscles. She used her mirror to look at her feathers, seeing how they were messy with knots, things their blue colour only highlighted.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Castiel inquired, and she looked at him for a moment.

Behind her, the other angel had his eyes firmly shut.

"Yes."

He opened his eyes silently, and his gaze connected with hers.

"Becca…"

"I know. They look terrible."

"They are beautiful," He corrected her. "Your wings have always been the most beautiful pair our Father has ever made."

Reaching out, he touched the inside of her left wing before he could stop himself, and she moaned at his warm touch.

Castiel jumped back when he felt the softness of her blue feathers. Only an angel's mate was supposed to touch their wings.

"I need to go." He dropped the mirror, leaving before his sister could say anything.

What had she done?