It's been about a week since Dean learnt how to hide his wings. Not much had really happened. They'd done a salt and burn a few states over and were currently on a case near LA about people dying from frostbite in the middle of the desert.
Dean spent his free time between the bar and the sky, although he had to be careful only to fly in places no one would see him.
One night he had picked a girl up at the bar and in the middle of ecstasy he had forgotten how to hide his wings. She had run screaming from the room, grabbing the skimpy dress but leaving her underwear and shoes. Sam kept laughing at him and Dean hadn't picked a girl up since.
Just as the brothers were rapping the case up, Cas arrived with some news.
"What do you mean you know how to remove my wings?" Dean asked, he'd got very used to these wings over the time he'd had them. He might even say he was emotionally attached, even if they meant he couldn't get laid...
Damn he'd had these wings for nearly 3 weeks and he now couldn't think of life without them. But then again, he did miss being able to walk around outside without hiding two of his limbs. Imagine if someone was walking around with invisible arms. They had arms, but they kept them hidden from the world for... Weird, right?
"I mean there is an Enochian spell to remove your wings," Cas said.
Sam looked at Dean strangely. "Do you want to remove your wings?"
Dean blinked, his wings came in closer to himself. "Yes... No... I don't know!"
Sam chuckled. "No pressure Dean, you don't have to decide now." He turned to Cas. "How long will it take you to have everything you need for this spell?"
"A week, possibly 2," Cas said. "I've never had to collect these ingredients before, and some take 3 days to be able to use."
"So I've got a weak or 2 to decide if I want to keep my wings?" Dean asked.
"Sounds like it," Sam said. Cas nodded and then disappeared. Dean rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his lips.
"I'm going to go grab some stuff for the road, you okay to finish up that rouge vamp?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Dean said, running a hand over the sandy yellow feathers of his left wing.
The next day, after the brothers had left their motel and were on the road, Sam looked at Dean briefly in the mirror.
Sam was driving as Dean wanted to groom his wings. "You okay, Dean?"
"I'm fine," Dean said, sounding annoyed. He had every reason to be. Every couple miles Sam would ask if he was alright and Dean would say he was fine. It really didn't help that Sam was abusing his position of power to listen to some crappy pop radio station, luckily for him the station played the occasional classic.
In all honesty, Dean wasn't fine. He was having an internal debate with himself. He kept weighing the positives of his wings against the negatives. The list of positives got bigger every time he thought about it, but the short list of negatives got heavier everytime he thought of it.
Yes he could fly, but he really didn't like crashing into trees.
He could cause a draft and use his wings to help in hunts. Monsters would never see it coming when a huge sandy wall of feathers knocked them off their feet and then they had a shotgun to the face. He could use those drafts to lift girls skirts up. That was the only way he was going to see those pants unless he was going to go into the girls underwear section of clothes shops, and that was all kinds of creepy.
There were so many things he could do with these wings, like balance in situations he would never have been able to keep his footing in before, and then he would remember that he couldn't get laid because orgasms made him forget to hide his wings. Which was really annoying and always left him feeling lonely. (And yeah after seeing Cas's wings he had developed a kind of wing kink and really wanted to feel those enormous wings shuddering under him... He'd never admit that outloud...)
Dean had no idea if he wanted to lose his wings or not, and this was really frustrating him.
A week went by and Cas didn't turn up with his spell. dean was still unsure of what to do.
Half a week later and the angel appeared, this time Sam and Dean were just staying in a motel on their way to another hunt. "Hello Dean."
"Hey Cas," Dean said, his wings had drooped behind him. "You got that spell ready now then?"
"Yes Dean," The angel said. "Have you come to a decision?"
"Yeah I have," Dean said. He paused, could he really do this?
Sorry it took so long, I was hit with writer's block and had no idea what to write for this chapter.
Also sorry it's so short...
How about you have a guess at what Dean's decision is going to be? (I know but can you guess?)