"A demon? That cloud was a demon, and you, what, you killed it?" Dean shrugged, and smirked, and Sam said, "We didn't kill it, we just sent it back to Hell, for a very long time." I laughed in disbelief, "Man I thought my life was weird." Crossing my arms, I tried my best to keep the old tattered fabric of my torture gown together. Off to the side I noticed as Castiel removed his trench coat, and then placed it over my shoulders.
"Here, Aderyn, you may use this. I'll be back shortly." He helped me put on the coat then disappeared. I pulled the front of the coat closed and smiled. I looked up to see Sam and Dean staring at me in disbelief. Dean pointed at me and said, "Ok you're special" I gulped, thinking maybe they had seen something, and shakily inquired, "Wh-what?" Sam shook his head in shock and muttered, "He doesn't let anyone touch, much less wear that coat." I heard a quiet fluttering of wings and turned to see Castiel holding a small pile of folded clothes with a pair of boots balanced on top.
"I only wanted Aderyn to be decent while I acquired proper clothing. She was clearly uncomfortable. These are for you." He held out the clothes and I took them, smiled and whispered a quiet thank you. I was surprised by the kindness these men, well, men and angel, had shown me. All my life I had been a freak, and treated like one. I flinched as I felt a hand on my back, looking over to see Sam standing next to me. I stepped forward quickly, not wanting him to feel my wings. They are the only visible result of being two percent avian. I also have light, hollow bones, an extra strong heart, and extra air sacs under my lungs to allow me to breathe in higher altitudes. I looked up at him cautiously, and he said, "I'm not going to hurt you, I was just going to tell you that you can go in here to change." He pointed over his shoulder to an open door. I relaxed and smiled my thanks. I quickly went into the room and shut the door.
After removing Castiel's trench coat, I quickly looked through the clothes. I sighed with relief when I saw that Castiel had gotten me undergarments. I pulled my gown off and quickly put on the bra. I paused for a moment before unfurling my wings and hooking the bra under the spot where they came out of my back. Pulling my wings in, I smiled, happy that it didn't make them uncomfortable. I pulled the jeans out of the pile and put them on. They were tight around the legs, but surprisingly comfortable, and fit quite well. It wasn't until I picked up the lacy white tank top that I realized my wings would be covered. My gown, before it had started falling apart, had slits cut in the back to allow me to spread my wings freely.
Sighing, I picked up Castiel's trench coat and put it on, closing it before calling his name. He appeared in the room, standing in front of me.
"Does something not fit you?" I shook my head and said, "No, but, um, you now how I'm not, quite, normal?" He nodded, a confused look on his face, and I continued. "Well, there were some side effects from the genes. I have wings, and I need slits in my shirts so I can use them if I need to, do you have a knife I could use? " Castiel pulled a knife from his waist band, flipping it so the hilt was towards me. "Here, and you may keep it, for protection."
"Thank you."
The angel vanished, leaving me to look at the blade in my hand. It was simple, but beautiful, with a leather handle and silver blade. Grabbing the clothes off the floor, I quickly cut slits in the shirts. Before pulling on the tank top, I dropped the coat on the floor, stretching my wings again. After I pulled the shirt on, I tried out the slits and they were perfectly positioned. Then I picked up the red, grey, and white plaid hooded shirt and slid my arms into the sleeves, leaving it undone. Pulling on the short tan boots, I lifted the trench coat off the floor and exited the room.