HOWDY! chapter 2! yayyyy! Sadly however, i feel like this one is a bit rushed as well and has more angst then I wanted.. I'm just really excited to get to chapter 3! Chapter 3 will also be a lot longer than the last two have been so it will take a little longer to wright! I just really want chapter 3 be something I can be proud of! ;o;
Im also super worried the im going to let you guys down with this chapter, especially with such cool reviews for the first one. ;v; I'm trying, and I hope I can live up to your expectations 3
as for the story:: Im starting to lean toward more where I want the story to go, and warning:: destiel and lil harpy fluff is soon on the way. -w-
ALSO IM POSTING THIS LATE AT NIGHT JUST TO GET IT DONE, I WILL BE COMING BACK ON IN THE MORNING TO REVISE IT AND ADJUST A FEW THINGS, LIKE FIX ANY ERRORS , FILL IN ANY PLOT HOLES, AND ADD MORE DETAIL.
DISCLAIMER: see chapter 1
CHAPTER WARNINGS: Shock, fear, feathers, and clinging angels 3
Enjoy!~
For Dean, it was as if time had froze.
One minute he was sitting on the foot of his lumpy motel bed, conversing with Sam about the hunt they had finished earlier that morning; the next minute he was rushing to his friend's side as the angel burst into the room.
Dean was able to grab hold of Cas by the shoulders and pull him up before the he fell face first into the thin carpet. Cas then slumped against Dean tiredly as he was guided to the foot of Dean's bed. Sam, during this time, had rose from his place at the table and abandoned his laptop to assist Dean.
Once the brothers had seated the tired angel, they began the small interrogation.
"Cas, what happened? What's wrong?" Dean demanded a bit too harshly, as he usually did.
"My.. my wings.." Cas growled through pain, arms wrapped around his midsection.
"Cas, what about your wings? You need to be specific." Sam said, trying to sound comforting.
"I.. Naomi-"
"What are those.." Dean broke through Castiel's words as he examined the dark feathers protruding from his trench coat sleeve.
Castiel sighed heavily, embarrassment and shame hidden within his breath.
"Naomi has bound my wings.. Physically. Already the effects are taking place. Soon my arms will more like that of wings of a bird."
"Hold on a second," Sam said skeptically, inspecting castiel. "Take off your shirt, I don't think it's just your arms growing feathers."
Castiel hesitated, but nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. Once he had slipped off his top layers of clothing, all three of them stared in surprise. The feathers had spread from Castiel's arms and were now sprouting from around Castiel's neck, shoulders, and even a few along his collarbone.
"I don't understand, I thought I got away in time. The changes shouldn't be spreading any further!" Castiel grimaced and wrapped his arms around him once more as the feathers began to spread faster.
"Cas.. what do you mean?" Dean asked, dread leaking off his words and filling the atmosphere with dark thick feeling.
Castiel, through nearly gritted teeth, began to try and explain to them.
"I had hear of rumors and stories where when and angel's wings were physically bound to their vessels arms, the vessel would go under a drastic transformation as to accommodate the heavenly wings of an angel. The changes would go so far as to transforming the vessel completely in the form of an earthly bird. In some cases, even the mind of the angel. Its angel superstition that that is how the bird you know as the harpy eagle came to be." Cas growled. "Although it appears that the rumors were true.. And my vessel may be doing the very same…"
Both brothers stared in horror at Castiel, not quite sure how to respond to what they had just heard.
"O-ok.. but you just said you thought you got away in time, does that mean something?" Sam inquired, trying to fully understand their predicament.
"Well, I was able to escape before Naomi was able to fully bound my wings.. I hoped that perhaps that would mean that my vessel would not fully adapt. Although I supposed cutting the binding off at the wrists won't do much for me.." Castiel's words began to slur and his world began to spin, darkness creeping into the corners of his vision.
Before anyone could speak another word, two large snaps erupted from Castiel's legs, causing him to cry out and jolt forward in reaction to the pain.
Dean leapt up and grabbed him before he fell of the bed, Castiel's fingers instantly grabbing at the front of Dean's shirt.
"I got you buddy!" Dean assured as Castiel's breaths began to quicken.
"D-..Dean.. It hurts so much.." Cas growled harshly through the pain.
"I know, I know.." Dean looked to Sam for help, but he was just as lost as him.
"I don't think we can do anything as of right now.. We might just have to ride this out and find cure afterwards." Sam said, defeated and at a loss any further words.
Dean's heart sank and his gaze moved to the angel who was pressed up against him, refusing to let go.
"Ok the.. Take of your shoes and follow me ok?" Cas did as Dean instructed and was carefully guided around to the side of the bed, clinging to him the entire time. Dean pulled Cas onto the bed in a position that seemed to be a bit more comfortable.
"There's nothing we can do right now.. But I promise that we will help you." Dean assured, trying to remove Castiel's hands. This only made Cas cling even tighter.
"Don't.. Leave.. Me.." Cas choked as pain dragged itself throughout his body.
"I won't.." Dean sighed, accepting his fate.
He motioned for Sam to hand him Castiel's trench coat and gave him a 'don't judge me' look.
Sam rolled his eyes slightly as he handed the coat over.
Dean proceeded to wrap it around Castiel's shaking frame, trying to ignore the fact that it felt slightly smaller now.
With Cas securely covered with the coat, Dean put his arms around the angel and tried his best to comfort him.
Sam, with not much else to do, went to his laptop to see what he could find that would help their situation.
Many hours later, Castiels shaking slowed gradually.
At this point, Dean was half asleep, scarcely aware that the feathery angel in his arms was about the size of a young teenager.
Sam had done all the research that his tired mind was capable of doing for the night, and was forced to resign in spite of what he wanted.
With all three of them finally resting on the lumpy beds, they were finally able to drift off into a wary sleep.
After a few hours of static dreams, Dean's eyes began to shift open as his body became aware of his surroundings. Memories of last night faded back into his memory and he quickly looked down at his chest. The trench coat he was holding onto was draped over a small figure, as if it could have never worked as a jacket for the small being underneath to begin with.
Dean's eyes slowly widened in horror as the reality of the situation sunk in.
He slowly lifted the trench coat and found a feather surprise still clinging to his shirt.