Two

Dean watched Cas as he slept, chuckling inwardly at how the tables had turned. Castiel always looked better when he slept, Dean noted. Which made Dean confused, knowing angels don't sleep, but who knows what Crowley did to him. Cas groaned and rolled over, and Dean spit out the beer he was drinking. No way he was seeing right. He was imagining them. Dean would be dead if he could see Cas's wings. But no, there they were. Huge black beautiful wings.

"Holy..." Dean rubbed at his eyes, blinking. Castiel twitched, his wings mimicking his body, and Dean would've been lying if he wasn't the least bit in awe. Wings...

"Dean?" Castiel mumbled.

"Uh, hey C-Cas." Dean got up from his chair, walking to the bed and pulling Cas up. "Feeling better?"

"Yes." Castiel said in his sex voice, and his wings unfurled from behind him, passing through the walls, since they were not on the physical plane. Dean stared at them, since he had only seen the shadows of his wings, and even that was once in a while. "Are you alright, Dean?"

Dean flinched. "Uh, y-yeah. Fine."

"Hey Cas." Sam walked inside the room, smiling.

"Hello Sam." Cas tried to get off the bed, but only fell to the ground.

"Hey, careful there." Sam lifted Cas off the ground quickly and pulled him back onto the bed.

"When did I get out from...?" Cas looked at Dean carefully.

"Four days ago." Dean answered. "You were really exhausted out. Which brings me to my next question, why were you sleeping?"

Castiel scowled. "I am not sure."

"Did Crowley do something to you?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

"What about one of his other demons."

"I don't know, Dean."

"Well, what about - ?"

"What part of I don't know escapes your understanding?" Castiel addressed both of the Winchesters, frusteration clear on his face.

"Well, are you still tired?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

Dean tried to not roll his eyes or scoff, he really did, but it came out anyway. "Great. Is there anything you do know?"

"I'm... hungry." Castiel furrowed his brow.

"Hungry?!" Sam narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. Hungry. As in the feeling of discomfort or weakness caused by lack of food, coupled with the desire to eat." Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Alright then." Sam headed out the door, muttering under his breath, "Hungry...?"

"Need anything else Cas?" Dean asked, already heading towards the door.

"Actually, Dean..." Cas began sheepishly. Dean turned around, surprised when he saw Cas blushing.

"Yeah?"

"Um, you see, my wings have to be cleaned out, and I can't clean them myself, because my ribs hurt when I turn around, so I was wondering if you could..."

"Help you?" Dean finished.

"Yes, but, um, there's usually an... unwanted reaction, since wings are very sensitive." Cas rubbed the back of his neck nervously, averting his eyes.

"Unwanted...?" Dean trailed off. Oh...

"Yes."

"Um, it's alright, Cas." Dean's face felt hot. Heck, his whole body felt hot.

Cas chewed his bottom lip nervously.

"Um, should I go get soap?" Dean suddenly noticed how dirty Cas's wings actually were, now that he was getting a good look at them.

"Uh, yes."

Dean headed to the bathroom, knowing he was blushing, and ran into Sam.

"Woah, what's up with you? You're face is as red as a tomato." Sam looked at him weirdly.

"I, uh, have to clean Cas's wings."

Sam didn't drop the weird look on his face. "Um, okay? So why are you blushing?"

"He said that 'wings are very sensitive' and that it can 'cause an unwanted reaction'." Dean quoted.

Sam's weird look was dropped and replaced by a smirk. "So should I steer clear of that room? Actually, better yet, I'm going out. I don't want to hear your moans or any beds squeaking."

Dean's face felt even hotter. "Sam."

Sam laughed and ran out of the bunker. "Please be done with your cloud seeding by the time I'm back, okay?"

"You little - !"

Sam closed the bunker door.

Dean headed towards the bathroom, his face feeling hotter than ever.

Short chapter... sorry.