I sat back, stunned. "You what?!" Cas said it with me in unison, and I couldn't tell who was more surprised, him or me. I clutched my feather in my fist. It was a small, downey thing by the feel of it, but I clung to it like it was a life raft. Next to me, Cas' face was a picture of confusion. "How? You've never seen my wings, not even after..." His voice trailed off sadly. Sam reached out to him and patted his knee awkwardly. "I don't know, Cas, but well find out what is wrong here." Cas smiled sadly at him, only partially reassured. He turned to me, still scrutinising me, his blue eyes searing into my very soul. "You know what has me confused..." he said after a bit. "Besides the fact that we appear to be able to see angelwings?" Dean interjected. Cas shot him an angry glare before looking me straight in the eyes. "That I'm not able to sense your Grace..." I actually blushed. "I... I don't think I ever had Grace."

This caused a stunned silence in the car. "You... You're kidding, right? How in the Hell did you get wings then?" Dean managed to get out after minutes of exchanging glances with Cas and Sam. I shrugged, not at ease, and very aware of the lack of weight on my shoulders. "I don't know. First I thought I was going crazy. Having dellusions of grandure. But when I found I could somehow increase my speed a bit when flapping them, and get warm wrapping them around me, I was starting to think it was more that they existed but not visible to the naked eye." I glanced around, only to meet interested looks. "Then I could feel the plumage. First time that happened, I thought someone was teasing me, but I was alone." Dean opened his mouth, looked around at me and suddenly grinned.

"You said you're a fangirl, right? So you checked for coldspots, flickering lights... The works, am I right?" I couldn't help it, I grinned too. "Hells yeah. First thing I thought off. But no... Nothing of the kind." I sought his green eyes in the rearview mirror. He winked. "Smart girl. So no ghosts. How did you figure it was your wings?" I ran the downey feather up and down the palm of my hand. It felt comforting and I sighed. "It was a frosty night in Februari, and I had a nasty cold. So I wrapped my wings around me to get a bit of warmth. Next thing know I feel like I'm wrapped in a feather boa. Those things tickle!" Cas nodded next to me. "Hmmm. I heard that." Now it was my turn to tilt my head quizzically. He smiled. "I have heard that angel feathers tickle far worse than bird feathers." I looked at my hands. I was still trailing the invisible feather over my palm and my hand twitched at times, when it tickled across sensitive spots. Sam followed my gaze and cocked his head a bit. "Is that... One of yours?" My eyes snapped up to his. "You can see it?" He raised his eyebrows in an apologetic way. "Yeah, I can... Is that odd?" I gulped. "Well, you, and Dean and Castiël are the first ever to see any of it."