"Yeah I have," Dean said. He paused, could he really do this?

For a minute or so Dean stared at Cas, unsure whether he was ready to voice his decision. He hadn't even told Sam yet, for God's sake! How was he supposed to do this?

Cas was content to wait forever to hear Dean's answer, and Dean knew this. When the angel tilted his head at the prolonged silence, Dean had to speak. It wasn't fair that the angel could make him feel so uncomfortable without saying a word.

"I-I-" Dean couldn't do it! How could he? The squint the angel made at him gave him the courage he needed. "I've decided it would be best to- to lose them..." The wings shuddered, as if personally offended. Dean couldn't even bring himself to say 'wings', how was he going to go through with this?

"If that's what you want Dean," Cas said. Dean nodded, unable to trust his voice in case he changed his mind.

With that brief nod Cas started chanting in Enochian. Dean couldn't understand a word, it reminded him of when he first heard his Dad speaking in Latin. Completely foreign, but somewhat recognisable. He heard words he was sure were Latin not Enochian. Then he thought of how Latin could be based on Enochian. Then he thought he should stop thinking and focus on what's happening.

Cas stopped chanting and looked to the bed. "You may want to sit down," Cas said, Dean didn't argue, he remembered his terrible balance when the wings had grown. "Here, drink this," Cas said, handing Dean a cup of some weird foaming orange drink.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"Your salvation," Was all Cas said. Dean took the cup and swallowed it in one gulp.

He passed out.

Dean groaned as he pushed himself up in the crappy motel bed. He needed coffee. He needed coffee now!

"Dean?" Sam called from outside the room. "I've got breakfast: coffee, bacon and pie." With that the taller, which really irritated Dean, of the Winchester brothers came through the door.

"Deja vu," Dean said rubbing his forehead. "That's really weird..."

"What's weird?" Sam said, not noticing that Dean's wings were gone, just thinking he had hidden them.

"A month ago that exact same thing happened..." Dean pointed out. "Except in reverse... or something..."

"What so I took food out with me told you I had breakfast and left to return it?" Sam asked, giving his brother a weird look.

"No I believe Dean means that you did exactly the same thing as you did just now except that then Dean had grown wings, and now he has lost them," Cas clarified for Sam.

"Yeah," Dean said gesturing vaguely. "That's what I meant." The older Winchester then tried to stand up and ended up falling forwards into the angel stood at the foot of his bed.

"Looks like you're going to have to learn to walk a third time Dean!" Sam laughed. "Should I leave you two alone?" He joked.

Dean blushed bright red and glared at his brother from Cas's arms.

THE END