Ticklish Angels
"Damn," Gabe choked, hair smoking slightly. He glanced at his brothers and Dean standing in the room now covered in black from the spell they just conducted. "That was one strong spell." Castiel snapped his fingers and the black disappeared from their skin and clothing. The angel held a hand up over the pot of what used to be full of dragon teeth, kraken blood, and three angel feathers. The half blown up pot disappeared and the table no longer had dark scorch marks. The spell had been easy for the angels, but it sure did leave a mess in the end.
"Please tell me we didn't partially explode one of Charlie's good pots for nothing," Dean moaned, sitting down on the table. The angels looked at one another, trying to decide if the spell to make them be able to feel the witch when near had worked or not.
"I believe the spell is functioning correctly. My Grace is…something is different," Cas decided, trying to think of words to describe how his grace now felt. Gabriel snorted, crossing his arms and frowning at the spot where the blown up pot used to be sitting.
"Pfft! That's probably just because of how depleted our Graces are. We can't even conceal our wings for fucks sake!" Gabriel shouted, unfolding his wings from his back. It was true. Just a day after arriving at Charlie's the angel's suddenly had fluffy appendages sprouting from beneath their shoulder blades due to them slowly reverting back into powerless baby angels.
"Yeah, as much as I like 'em. They're a pain in the ass," Balthazar grumbled, unfolding his own. Dean scanned the angel wings now spread out before him. Gabriel's were majestic and sharp looking. The razor sharp feathers gleamed like polished gold. Balthazar's looked like the new silver you see on freshly made rings. Each blade-like feather glinted like a sword in the light, giving them a cold and deadly look. What made them seem soft and gentle however were the soft whites and blacks dusted over the feathers, giving off the look of freshly fallen snow and ash specks. Dean's eyes skimmed over to Cas' next. The wings were no longer simple baby wings. These were full grown regal raven black plumages complete with flight feathers. The feathers were so dark they gave the appearance of a starless night. No other color dared to attempt in ruining the perfectly black feathers. However, dark blues could be pointed out in some of the feathers if you squinted hard enough. In the light if Castiel flexes his wings just so, the sharp dagger like edges of the feathers glint like swords being shined on in the pure blackness of night.
"Dean, if you stare any longer at our wings you're going to give yourself a boner," Gabriel stated while lifting a brow at the Winchester as he practically drooled over their wings. Dean snapped out of his trance and glared in the angel's direction before reaching out and swiping his fingers through the golden feathers. A giggle escaped the angel's lips as he pulled away from Dean's fingers.
"Quit it!" Dean reached for the angel's wings again, but Gabe jumped behind Castiel and Dean ended up tickling Castiel's instead. The angel shrieked with laughter, falling onto the carpet floor and bringing Dean down on top of him. The two crashed to the floor, but Dean didn't stop his attack. His fingers continued to attack the ticklish feathers. Castiel squealed, calling to his brothers for help. Balthazar and Gabriel rushed over, piling on top of Dean and digging their fingers into the hunter's sides. Dean tried to pull away, but the angels were still stronger than him. Pretty soon he was the one on the floor being tickled by three full grown angels.
"Uh…are we interrupting?" Kevin questioned as he and Sammy strolled in, carrying fresh milk and grocery bags. Balthazar looked up at them, smirking evilly.
"Not at all. In fact we might as well even out our players," the silver winged angel chuckled before zapping behind the two. Kevin cried out as Balthazar's feathers tickled him and Sam joined in on the sputtering laughter as well once Balthazar's fingers raced up to the younger hunter's neck. Pretty soon the room was nothing but giggling, screaming, and feathers.
"We're home!" Charlie, called as her and Bobby returned from their little trip from the library. Looking up witch spells on Angels was hard, but it was even harder when the librarian looked at them like they were devil worshipers. At least it was over for now. They'd found nothing at all to help them. "Guys!" Charlie called as she made her way into the kitchen, slipping on the spilt milk now on the floor. Bobby caught her, helping her up and then pointing at the three men laying on the floor with three angels sprawled over top of them, feathers sticking up in odd angels like someone was running their fingers through the plumages. They were all snoozing, clearly tired out by whatever it was they had been previously doing.
"They're going to be stiff sleeping there," Bobby grumbled, going to shake Sam awake. Charlie batted his hand away, lifting a finger to her lips.
"Let them sleep. Might as well use this time to enjoy the peace and quiet." Bobby didn't argue with her there.
"Things don't seem to change do they?" Bobby questioned, nodding at the angels and their hunters. Charlie smirked, nodding in agreement and the two snuck away into the living room, leaving the angels and hunters where they lay.
Nice happy chapter to make up for the last couple heart breaking ones. Thanks for the requests. The majority are started. I just have to finish. Don't worry, the angels will be reduced back to baby angels soon enough.
Katie Shimkus (guest), would you like the baby angels for your request or the older angels? I can do either one.
Those of you who had given requests before the big chapter don't worry. You will all be seeing your requests once the angels turn back.