"Cas, can you scratch my back please? Right between my shoulder blades. Right there. Oh GOD! Yes! Thanks." Dean said after trying for ten minutes to work his way around his wings to get to that itchy spot.

"You are welcome." Castiel said, as he pulled a hand away from Dean's back, and accidentally brushed a wing, eliciting a sharp gasp from Dean.

"Cas…" Dean growled, wings shivering.

"My apologies Dean. I did not mean to." Castiel apologized.

"'s okay. Just, why are they so damn sensitive?" Dean asked.

"They are attached to your sould, or in the case of my bothers, sisters, and I, they are attached to our entities. Skin and vessels…diminish the sensation souls and angels feel, so our wings are more sensitive, because they're an open extension of ourselves." Castiel explained.

"So does this mean my soul is black?" Dean asked.

"No. The colour of our wings is meant to be asthetically pleasing to the one who possesses them." Castiel said.

"Well, I do like black." Dean smiled. He got up, and found his boxers on the floor next to Castiel's. he pulled his on, and threw the others at the naked angel. Dean found his shirt, and tried to put it on, but his wings blocked him. With a grunt, Dean discarded the shirt, and started looking for his pants.

"Um…Dean?" Castiel asked. Dean turned, zipping his jeans, and smiled when he saw Castiel, with his white button shirt draped over the tips of his wings.

"My wings should not be tangible. These clothes are supposed to fall through them." Castiel said.

"Maybe whatever happened to me is also affecting you?" dean said, pulling down the shirt, careful not to touch Castiel's wings.

"It is possible. But we can rule out demons and witches as culprits." Castiel said. He pulled on his own pants, and sat on dean's bed. Dean sat on the floor, facing his bed and his lover, and found himself admiring Castiel's naked torso. After a few seconds, he realized what Castiel had said.

"So what do you mean? You think angels are responsible for this? Like they're pressuring me to say yes to Michael?" dean said.

"I am not sure, because there is no reason to affect me, if they're convincing you." Castiel said.

"Should we call Gabriel? See what he knows?" It's probably easier to get ahold of him than anyone else." Dean said. Cas nodded, and Dean called the archangel. The phone rang and rang, and eventually went to voice mail. Dean hung up the phone with a quiet huff.

"He's not answering." Dean said as his cell went off, signifying that he had a text message.

'SAM IS ASLEEP. TEXT ONLY. WAT U NEED?'

"Is that from him?" Cas asked, leaning his head on Dean's shoulder. Dean nodded, as he typed his reply.

'DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED 2 ME? WHY IS CAS EFFECTED BY IT?' Dean mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that the sweets loving archangel would have some inkling as to what was going on.

'SAM TOLD ME YOU SPROUTED WINGS, BUT WHAT HAPPENED TO CASSIE?' Gabriel replied.

'HIS WINGS ARE TANGIBLE.' Dean typed. He smiled when Castiel kissed his neck.

'THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.' Gabriel texted, peeking Dean's interest.

'DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH HIM?' Gabriel sent.

'DON'T U THINK THAT'S KINDA PERSONAL?' Dean replied.

'OKAY. IT WAS ME. SAM AND I R THERE!' Gabriel said. Dean turned around, and saw Sam and Gabriel laying on Sam's bed, Gabriel with his hands behind his head, Sam using him as a pillow, head on chest. Only Sam could sleep through being zapped somewhere by an angel.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Dean said in a harsh whisper.

"Well it started as a joke, ya know, because you're supposed to be a vessel. Then it was a gift. Functioning wings so you can be more like your boyfriend. I just didn't expect a sexual encounter before the first week." Gabriel whispered back. Dean started to lunge at Gabriel, but Castiel put an arm out in front of him.

"What is the signifigance of the first week?" Castiel asked quietly.

"It's new magic, brother. It is not fully sealed within him. Surely you felt this before you…did that." Gabriel said.

"So whatever you did to me seeped into him while we were…together?" Dean asked. Gabriel nodded, and Sam stirred, but did not wake.

"Well can you reverse it?" Dean asked. Gabriel shook his head.

"This kinda magic is gonna take a year before it can be reversed. It's an angelic ritual." Gabriel said.

"What takes a year?" Sam whispered, waking up.

"The magic used on dean to give him wings." Castiel answered, wrapping his wings around his torso. Sam grunted groggily, turning his face upwards for a kiss from Gabriel.

"Babe, did you zap us here?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Our winged companions wanted to talk to me." Gabriel replied.

"So I'm like this for a year. What about him?" Dean said, pointing his thumb at Castiel.

"All it did was short out his cloaking abilities. As long as you guys don't have sex again, he'll be himself in a week." Gabriel said. Sam looked over and gasped, seeing the black feathers wrapped around Castiel.

"How are we supposed to wear our shirts?" Dean asked.

"Pull them in towards your back and wear a large shirt." Gabriel said.

"How do I do that? Everything they've done, I had no control over." Dean said.

"Will them to move, and they will obey." Castiel instructed. Dean focused on his wings, and suddenly, they pulled snugly onto his back. Dean smiled triumphantly, and Castiel couldn't help but smile back. They heard the sound of fingers snapping, and both dean and Castiel were in matching hooded shirts, gray, and with little fabric wings attached to the back. Sam chuckled at the shirts.

"Thanks Gabe." Dean said, turning. Castiel saw the back of Dean's shirt, and snorted. He reached back and felt the fabric wings on his shirt as well.

"Gabriel, why are there wings attached to our shirts?" Castiel asked.

"What?" Dean asked, reaching back. He felt the fabric and had to focus on unruffling his feathers. Laughing, Gabriel snapped his fingers, and the false wings were gone.

"Hey, let's go to the diner and grab some lunch." Sam said.

"I want to go, but something doesn't feel proper with my clothing." Castiel said. Everyone looked at the angel, and laughed seeing him in a hooded shirt, and dress pants. Still laughing, Gabriel waved a hand and the dress pants were replaced with tight blue jeans. Dean couldn't stop himself from looking, and couldn't stop the blush that crept across his cheeks.

"Gabe, I think Dean likes." Sam said, chuckling. Dean tore his eyes away from Castiel, his blush darkening

"Let's just go eat." Dean said, pulling on his boots. He looked at Castiel's feet quickly, and noticed that his black dress shoes were now white and gray sneakers. Soon, they were piling into the Impala, Dean and Castiel in front, Sam and Gabriel in the back. It took a moment for Castiel and dean to get comfortable, but once they adjusted, they took off toward the diner.