"Dean..." Cas had tried to coax him into eating, but Dean's insides were churning.
"I can't go back there, Cas..." Dean whispered. "I don't wanna go back..."
"You will not, Dean. I swear." Cas let him pick up his hand and massage it. He imagined how good it must feel. "We just have to keep moving, and, I'm sure we'll find someone to help..."
Dean's mind went numb as he played with Cas' hand. It's ok. Cas is right here with me...
"Here..." Cas pulled out his phone and put some music on to calm him.
A sweet piano started playing, and Dean smiled. Cas applauded himself, feeling brave enough to set Dean on the queen-sized bed with him, holding him close to his chest. He rubbed his fingers through Dean's hair, massaging all of the little bumps that ached him from years of worry.
Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I can honestly say
That things can only get better
Dean hummed along with the melody, unable to help himself any time music was on.
And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
Cas tightened his hold on Dean slightly. Dean felt safe in his embrace.
And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands should be time spent with you
Cas kissed Dean's temple, then the back of his head where he bumped it after being thrown into Baby.
"I'm so sorry I hurt you..."
"No, don't do that..." Dean twisted onto his knees. "You saved me...thank-you..." He kissed the angel, who prayed for the millionth time for something, to feel anything.
"Cas? Baby, why are you crying?" Dean held his face gently in his palms.
An embarrassed smile appeared. "Apparently, sadness is the only way I can feel anything..."
"Well, we gotta work on that. Come here." Dean kissed him again, sticking his tongue into Cas' mouth.
"Dean?" Cas asked between breaths.
"Mhm?"
"I love you..."
"I love you too...I..." Dean blinked, and could not believe what he was seeing. "Cas?"
"Dean..." Cas was in the moment still.
"Cas!" Dean panicked.
"What?" Cas whipped out his angel blade. He noticed his suit jacket was wadded up on the floor, and his top two buttons were undone.
Dean paid no mind to that for the more stunning revelation in front of him. "Your...um...your wings..."
"Yes? I..." His eyes cut to the right. "Oh..."
Dean stepped off the bed, backing up to the desk holding the TV, trying to get a good look at them. They were huge, unable to stretch in full across the entirety of the small room. A creamy white was seen in the terrible lighting, and they seemed to have an identity of their own...they were breathing, it looked like.
"Cas..."
Cas blushed. "No human has ever seen my wings before..."
"No one?" Dean shook his head. "They're gorgeous..." He wanted to reach out and touch them, but they were too pure, too beautiful.
"You can, Dean." Cas read his heart. "Go on...they're a little sensitive, but don't worry."
Dean timidly reached out, and his breath hitched when he felt the softest thing he had ever touched. It was like what he would imagine fluffy clouds would feel like.
"Woah..."
"You should see them in the sunlight..." Cas shyly bragged.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, they reflect all of the colors of the spectrum usually projected on earth, and then some..."
"They're rainbow?" Dean grinned, amazed at the beauty of them. "Who would've thought?"
Cas genuinely smiled, like he was smitten with love [he was], and Dean never saw anything more beautiful.
"Now, where were we?" Dean crawled back onto the bed and kissed his angel. The wings swooped in and hugged Dean, pressing him into Cas. He reached one hand to stroke the wings, and Cas broke out of the kiss with a shudder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Mhm...ohhhh, Dean..." Cas could not control himself. "You're gonna regret that..." He placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, on his mark on Dean's skin, his soul, and Dean shuttered. "Payback's a bitch..."
"God, you're naughty..." Dean's eyes felt like they were going to roll into the back of his head. "But I still love you..."
"I love you, Dean Winchester..." Cas would never tire of saying those words out loud.