"Please don't Cas." He whispered, not moving from his spot by the door, Castiel's hand above the wing, the scissors poised to stab down into them.
Castiel looked down at his wings, the black feathers shining in the dim light of the bathroom. At one point in his life, he was so proud of them. All the other angels had ugly wings that were oddly colored, didn't shine at all, and were bent at odd angels. Those would probably get sent to work in fields or factories where no one could see them
But not Castiel , Mr. Crowley always praised him for his wings, would run his hands through them slowly and compliment Cas. That was when he truly felt love from him, those times after he had hurt him. Sometimes after Castiel would block out the pain, he would hold Cas close to his chest and massage the wings.
Snapping back to the current situation, Cas felt the tears fall down his cheeks but didn't really feel it in his chest like he usually did when he cried. That pain in your heart that told you things would never get better that made you want to just walk over the edge and never look back. Slowly, Castiel raised his eyes to look at Dean, lowering the scissors into his wings.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as he carved into the muscle, not hearing Dean's protests and not even noticing him until he had his hand over Cas's. Dean pulled out the scissors and set them on the counter, placing his hand over the bleeding wound that had formed. Blinking slowly, Castiel started to lose focus on the world and everything around him, darkness clouding his vision.
Dean caught him before he fell to the ground, carrying the mess of an angel to the bed and laying him down, all while keeping a hand on the cut. He sat down on the bed with his back against the dark wood headboard, Castiel in his lap with his wings around him.
"What is going on inside that head?" Dean whispered, using his free hand to brush back strands of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. He continued to run his hand through the thick hair, unable to take his eyes off of Cas.
They stayed like that until it was dark outside and Castiel finally came to, still in Dean's lap but he had fallen asleep sometime as well. He managed to get out of his grip and wander into the bathroom, seeing the blood on the floor as well as the dried blood on his hands. The memories of what he did washed back over him like a brick wall, making him feel the pain in his chest.
Dean had shown him nothing but care and love, but Cas had repaid him by being fucked up in so many ways. He looked back into the bedroom and smiled softly at the sight of Dean now sprawled out on the quilt. Swearing to himself that he would try and make himself better for Dean, Castiel returned to the bedroom.
He curled up next to Dean who instinctively wrapped an arm around him, keeping him close to his chest. With a smile on his lips, Castiel buried his face in his chest and fell asleep against him.
"Dean…..Dean!" Sam whispered roughly in the morning, poking his side. "Im hungry." He added with another poke, running a hand through his hair.
Dean grumbled and blinked his eyes open, looking over at Sam. He looked down at the feeling of weight on his chest, seeing Castiel made a smile fall on his lips.
"Go make some cereal or something." Dean whispered back, sitting up in bed slightly but keeping Castiel against him. "Well be down soon okay?" Sam looked over them with narrowed eyes before walking downstairs.
"Cas….Wake up." Dean whispered, shaking him slightly by a hand to his shoulder. Slowly, Castiel looked up at Dean and smiled, placing a hand on his chest. "Morning sleepy head." He teased, running a hand through his hair.
"Good morning." He replied, looking over his face with a soft smile on his lips. Dean's hair was a bit messed up from sleep and his eyes were glossy with exhaustion. "You look cute in the morning." Cas murmured, reaching up to up his cheek, threading a hand up into his hair.
"I could say the same about you." He replied with another smile, cupping his cheek as well. Leaning down, Dean brushed his lips over Castiel's gently.
Castiel paused and his eyes snapped open, staring at Dean before pulling back slowly. He reached up and pressed a finger to his own lips, feeling them slowly. "What….What was that?" he whispered
Dean stared back at him and cleared his throat, realizing what he had done. "Its..It was a kiss Castiel. You give it to people you like a lot." He said after a moment of thought. "Did you like it?"
Cas felt over his lips for a few more seconds and nodded, looking back up at Dean. Whenever Mr. Crowley kissed him it was usually rough and painful, something Castiel never liked. But with Dean…With Dean it was soft and it really felt like he meant it. Moving back up to him, Castiel kissed Dean with a sense of nervousness to it.
"I like you a lot." Castiel whispered against his lips and felt Dean smile into the kiss, placing a hand on his hip.
"I like you a whole lot too." He smiled before pulling back and rolling them so Cas was on his side. "Come on, lets go get breakfast before Sam gets more annoyed than he already is."
