Dean's got wings, wait what?

"Dude, check this out." I flap my enormous wings and a gust of wind blows behind me subsequently lifting the skirt of a girl walking behind us. She's wearing purple panties.

"Dean, don't do that." Sam shrugs and walks faster.

"Come on, admit that was high-five worthy." I walk faster to catch up to my moose.

"Where the fuck is Cas?" Sam swears under his breath.

"Lay off the guy, he probably got better things to worry about." I say, "It's alright though. We've just positively confirmed that my wings are very invisible." Sam just sighs. I tell him, "We can't hide out forever without a good reason. People are getting hurt by weird shit. It's our job to kill the sons of bitches."

"Yeah, I guess you're right" Sam replies. We make our way to the motel and load up all our stuff in the car.

"Dean, can you drive with the uhh, extra limbs?"

"Easy like pie." I reply. I get in the driver's seat and position my wings so that they hang over the seat and rest on the back seat. The next job is three days drive away. I drive all day long yet Sammy always falls asleep before we reach our stay for the night. I check us in a modest motel for the night. Instead of waking Sam up just so he can sleep on a bed I decide that I can take his weight. I pick him up princess style. He better not wake up while I'm moving him. Sammy used to be this tiny little thing, now he's all arms and legs. My wings spread to balance out his weight. Somehow I open the door then I gently place Sam on the bed. I take off his shoes then put a blanket on top of him. I'm an awesome big brother. I'm starving but everything worthy of consumption is most likely closed by now. The motel has a vending machine around the corner, so I fiddle my pockets for loose change as I make my way towards it.

"Dean, you saw it didn't you?"

"Oh my God Cas!" I grip the edge of the vending machine, "I'm positive that I'll die of heart failure."

"You saw that vision?" Cas looked legitimately concerned.

"What vision?" I said as I bought a can of coke. Cad leaned in really close, so close I can feel his breath on my lips. All I can do is continue to stare into those blue eyes of his as he stares back at mine. I blush due to proximity.

"This vision Dean." Cas touches my forehead and images from last night whoosh through my mind.
I speak quietly as the vision fades, "Yes, I saw it last night." Cas looks down in a defeated look, "I'm sorry Dean. This was never meant to happen."

"Cas, did that vision actually happen? It wasn't a dream and..."

"It was my dream. Or my most wanted desire. I wanted to see you Dean. I wanted to see your supernatural beauty when your human form hides it. Your courage," Cas looks into my eyes again, "your fighting spirit, your trust, your loyalty and your love." Cas lifts his hand to caress my face. I lean into it.

"You're so beautiful and you didn't know it."

I kiss him. I kiss Cas' lips and my arm wraps around his waist, coke forgotten. I pull him close and my other hand massages into his hair. It was gentle and soft and totally not my normal style. We break for air and I tenderly kiss him again. Eight minutes, not that I'm counting but we must have kissed like that for eight minutes.

"Dean, Dean, as much as I want to stand here all night long I have troubling news. Dean stop. This is important. Dean! This concerns you." Cas had to wrench me from his embrace.

"Can't be that important." I try and lean in again.

"Dean! That vision. It was broadcasted in Enochian." That made me stop and listen.

"What?"

"It was a message sent across the angel network and now they know that you have wings. They will now do their best to find you."

"Cas. How did I hear an Enochian message?"

"This is what is troubling me, you were only meant to, well you weren't meant to have anything. What I mean is, the power within you is changing on its own and I don't know what you're changing into." That is definitely the scariest thing I've heard in a while.

"Wait, what power?"

"This is all my fault. Dean, I embodied your spirit and soul to appear as wings on your back. A soul is very powerful and shouldn't be taken for granted. Now your inner power is resonating and I don't know what'll happen next."

"Can we try your angel mojo? Please say it'll work."

"Yes, we can try." Cas motion me to turn around. He stops above my wings. "This may feel a little weird." Cas puts his hands into my mass of feathers and takes hold of the bone beneath them. Waves of electric pleasure emit from the warmth of his hands and finger tips. I shake under his touch. I know that Cas is talking in Enochian but I know exactly what he's saying. Cas starts, "For treasure that lies deep beneath should remain hidden. Enclose this soul within its vessel its purpose has been fulfilled." The sound of Cas voice is intoxicating, I drink in every word. A humming vibration swarms through each feather and my knees nearly give out to the feeling but Cas holds me up with his grip on my wings and then, nothing. Cas repeats the words and I get that same erotic reaction.

"Cas, please say that you're not trying to get me to cream my pants. Any more of that and I swear I will." Cas removes his hands.

"Something's wrong. Not with your wings but with the spell." Cas wipes his forehead and walks around to face me. "There is a new purpose for your wings Dean."

"Purpose? What purpose? They didn't have a purpose to begin with."

"Apparently now they do." Cas looks over my shoulder and I can feel his gaze on my wings.

"Don't leave me in suspense, what's the new purpose?"

"I don't know. I'll have to investigate further." Cas stands straight and vanishes. He left me feeling empty, uncertain and unsatisfied.

I took my half filled coke can back to the motel room. Then I will touch myself in the bathroom like a horny teenager and curse at Cas because it really was his fault. Yes, that sounds like a brilliant plan. I set the pop can on the bathroom counter and glance at my wings. They're still white, still huge and still fluffy. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself without the mass of feathers on my back. To my surprise, it's really difficult. These wings have become a part of me in just a short time. I feel like they do have a purpose, but I don't know what it is. I sigh and simply crawl into bed fully clothed. I'm no longer in need of my brilliant plan nor am I in the mood for it. I fall asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow.

"Hey by the way, when does this story take place? Like which season?"

"I haven't the faintest, use your imagination."

-RannaLi