A/N: BIG THINGS WILL HAPPEN AND I IS EXCITED.
"You said you liked them!" Gabriel whined. Sam and Dean had finished eating, which slowed down the alcohol in both of their bodies, but Castiel and Gabriel had begun to share Cas's bottle. So it was safe to assume they were both drunk. Castiel was obviously a happy drunk, he laughed at nearly everything Dean had said whether it was actually funny or not, and Gabriel seemed to be a bit more of a childish drunk.
"I do, but I don't want it!" Sam said, a little louder than necessary. Despite the food, Gabriel had begun sharing Cas's bottle with him. Gabriel rolled his eyes, letting on that he wasn't interested in fighting with Sam anymore. Satisfied, Sam turned away from him to call for Dean until he heard Gabriel snap behind him. All of a sudden his hand was moving on its own and the candy cane that was in his hand was forced into his mouth. He turned around again to glare at Gabriel.
Castiel, who was watching the exchange, spoke up.
"You aren't supposed to put things in other people's mouths without their permission, Gabriel," he scolded. The child-like tone of his voice made Dean burst out in laughter, which made Castiel smile.
Gabriel rolled his eyes at his little brother, then grinned at Sam, who was still glaring at him. But Gabriel could tell he was playing with the candy cane in his mouth, despite the now half hearted anger in his eyes.
"Oh come on, Sammy," he said, still smiling, "You know you like it." Sam shook his head, defeated, and pulled out the candy cane from his mouth.
"It's not that bad." he allowed, which earned him a sincere smile from Gabe.
Again, Castiel was watching the two from the sidelines while Dean sneaked some of Castiel's alcohol, beginning to regain some of the dizziness he felt earlier. Castiel smirked and snapped his fingers, making a mistletoe hover above the two of them. Dean saw and laughed.
"You've been spending too much time with him," he said with a shake of his head before taking another swig. Castiel chose to ignore him and watched Sam and Gabriel both look up at the hovering flower. Sam's eyes widened and he blushed while Gabriel just shook his head and laughed.
"You underestimate me, Cassie." he said, then took Sam's face in his hands and pulled him down to his level, and kissed him.
Dean and Castiel's mouths fell open in shock and watched as Sam held his hands out awkwardly, not knowing what exactly to do. But the awkwardness of not knowing where to put his hands didn't last. Gabriel let go of his face after a moment, smiled, and walked away into the kitchen, leaving Sam standing in the middle of the living room, shocked. Dean raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. Sam frowned.
"Shut up," he said with a huff, and followed Gabriel into the kitchen.
"Hey, Dean?" Castiel said, trying not to slur as he regained Dean's attention. He knew alcohol was strong. After all, he had gotten drunk before. But everything in the liquor store was distilled. Although Sam's eggnog was slightly distilled, because of the adjustments Cas had made, him and Gabriel were getting drunk more easily.
"Wassup, Cas?" he asked, his words slipping together. Castiel eyed the bottle suspiciously.
"That isn't for humans," He said as he took the bottle back. Dean just laughed. "You wanted something?" He prompted.
"Right." He said, "There's something else I wanna give you." Dean tilted his head slightly to the left, but because his equilibrium was so off, his body began to tilt with it. Cas caught his arm and steadied him upright. "Are you listening, Dean?"
"Yeah, yeah man. I hear you. I hear you. So what is it?" he asked.
"I can't show you here. The rooms not big enough." Dean's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"The room?" Cas chuckled. If he wanted his gift to mean anything to Dean, he'd have to sober him up a bit. He'd have to sober himself up a bit, too.
"Yeah, the room," he said, with a smile, then took Dean's hand, and they vanished from the hotel room and reappeared in an empty clearing. Dean looked around, stumbled, and nearly fell. He managed to catch himself just in time, which was lucky because Cas hadn't planned on catching him that time. Before he called for Dean he closed his eyes and pushed out the alcohol from his system. Not all of it. He left just enough to make him brave. Then he reopened his eyes and found things a little more stable.
"Okay, Dean. Dean." He walked over to him, stumbled a bit, and caught himself on Dean's shoulder. Obviously not stable enough.
"Whoa, you okay there, Cas?" Castiel laughed.
"You're drunk," Dean snorted.
"I'm drunk? You're drunk." Castiel shook his head, and before Dean knew what was happening, Cas touched Dean's forehead with his index and middle fingers, and he knew what was happening. He was alert and wasn't in need of support compared to Cas.
"Whoa, hey. You okay there?" He asked, straightening Cas up.
"Yeah. I'm good."
"So, uh, why'd you bring me here?" he asked. Cas nodded and waved Dean's hand away and he pulled off his trench coat.
"What're you doing?" he asked as Castiel discarded his black suit jacket with his trench coat on the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'm showing you my wings." he said. Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas, slightly confused as to why Cas had changed his mind, but didn't question him.
Castiel had a bit difficulty with the last couple of buttons but managed to finally get it off. He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair as he closed his eyes, his eyebrows coming together in concentration.
Dean watched Cas in fascination as the moonlight glinted off of Castiel's pale, sculpted chest and his hair looked as black as night, yet still perfectly messy. He'd wanted to see what shade of blue Castiel's eyes would take on in the moonlight, but his eyes were shut tightly. He watched as his shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took.
And then he saw them.
It started out like a moving shadow, like Dean had seen them the first time he'd met Castiel, but then he could no longer see through them. They slowly we're becoming solid. And as they solidified in front of him he could feel the breeze they were creating as flapped lightly in the wind.
Although he could see them, it was only barely. They were nearly as the sky.
Dean watched as the wings stretched to their full length of the clearing. Dean saw streams of moonlight cracking through Castiel's wings as they quietly encircled them.
"Cas…" he whispered as he walked toward Castiel, in complete awe of him. Castiel's eyes were now open and was watching Dean curiously. He just wanted to know what Dean was thinking, and he refused to invade his privacy by reading his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Why are they black?" he asked. "Aren't angels supposed to have white wings?" he countered with his own question.
"Yes. But when I went down to Hell for you, my wings…"
"Got singed?" Dean offered quietly.
"For a lack of better term, yes." Castiel allowed.
Dean was now face to face with Castiel, watching the moon reflect in his pale blue eyes, but was having some trouble focusing with the rustling of Castiel's wings around them.
Dean looked over to the left and stared at the intricate black feathers. He reached out to touch them. He just wanted to touch them…
"Dean," Castiel's commanding voice brought him back and he quickly retracted his hand.
"I-I'm sorry," he said, stuttering slightly.
"It's okay. It's what they do. They lure you in, make you want to touch them."
"Why?" Dean asked, completely enamored with Castiel and his story and the slight ruffling of his wings behind them.
"They're Heavenly in the literal definition of the word." he said, "And if I'm not in the right frame of mind they're deadly." he said as he watched Dean, looking for some sort of reaction. Fear, was what he was truly looking for though. But he found none.
"And if you are in the right frame of mind? What happens to you?" he asked.
"It feels…" Cas shook his head, trying to find the right words for it, "euphoric." he finished. "It's difficult to explain." Dean nodded and silence engulfed them for a while. In the silence Castiel's wings began to get restless and stretched out to their full potential. Dean's eyes widened and he took a couple of steps back to take in the full view of Castiel. And then they wrapped around the two again, forcing Dean to step a little close.
"Can I? Please?" he asked, begged was more like it. The power of the wings were not meant to be shown to humans, Castiel knew that. But Dean was different and although they stretched and folded with a mind of their own, Castiel knew he could control their power.
Castiel nodded at Dean and held his breath as Dean slowly reached out to the beautiful feathers laced onto the wing.
His fingertip brushed one of them lightly and Castiel shivered, causing Dean to turn his attention to Cas instead. Castiel shook off the momentary high and nodded at Dean, telling him that it was okay to continue.
Dean looked back at the wing and rested his palm against the wing. The wing lifted slightly and stretched, the feathers parting, giving Dean easier access. He ran his fingers through the wing gently, feeling the bone underneath, and shivered. Castiel wasn't joking when he'd said that the feeling was heavenly. Dean hadn't felt so good in years. Ever, maybe.
Castiel kept his eyes trained on Dean as he ran his fingers through his feathers, concentrating on keeping Dean safe from himself.
"Wow," Dean breathed. He dropped his hand slowly, reluctantly letting go of the feathers, and looked off at Castiel. Castiel's shoulders sagged and his wing curled in on themselves against his back. He hadn't realized how much work that really was to let a human touch his wings.
He felt his wings return to their transparent state and he took a cleansing breath.
Dean took the couple of steps to Castiel in two strides and lifted Castiel's head so that they were looking eye to eye.
"Cas… You're perfect." he said. Before they knew what was happening, what they were doing, Castiel had closed the small distance between them and kissed Dean.