Author's Note: Warning.. Chapter contains homophobia and wing-kinkery.

They're quiet for a while after that, Cas still lying half on him with an arm draped over his middle. Dean grabs the elastic of his pajama bottoms and tucks himself back out of sight, feeling self-conscious now.

Cas turns his head to look up at him. "Was that.. okay?" he asks hesitantly.

"Yeah.." Dean says to the ceiling, a little lost on what to do now that his hormones weren't egging him on.

"I can leave.." Cas offers quietly.

Dean lowers his gaze to see Cas' face is blank, devoid of all its previous happy exuberance.

"If you want." Cas tenses, but before he can move Dean adds, "Or you could stay a little longer."

When he settles back down against him, Dean rests his hand on his back. After another minute, it feels less awkward.

"Cas, look.. I'm trying really hard not to freak out. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I.." He stops to think how to put it before saying, "I know I like this. And I like doing it with you."

Cas grins and looks away. "Only me?"

"Yeah, only you."

The silence stretches for a few minutes with Dean staring up again, trying to wrap his head around what they just did. What it might mean and.. how the hell was he supposed to act now? His fingers idly rub over Cas' back and he looks down when they are stopped by an invisible protrusion.

"Cas?" He strokes around its width. "Is that-"

"It seems I lack concentration at the moment."

"You mind if I touch them?"

"Please."

Dean's fingertip follows up what feels hard like bone. Cas shivers against him, face burying under his chin to bump it. He laughs, "Is that like a turn on for you guys?"

"Others of my kind would not expose their true selves to a human, I doubt they would know, but I find it very exciting."

Dean stomach flips and he tries to sound confident when he says, "Take your shirt off for me."

Cas looks almost nervous with wide blue eyes but lifts up to pull his shirt over his head. He lays across Dean's chest, head in his folded arms. Dean watches his fingers ghost over smooth skin, pale in the moonlight. When he reaches the spot where his right wing seems to grow out flesh, he encircles the bone with his thumb and index finger and slides up until it widens too far to keep them together. Cas sighs and turns his face so his other cheek is resting in Dean's chest and looks at him. Dean flicks his eyes up to watch his hand touch invisible feathers, then down to Cas' face when he inhales sharp. He reaches his arm up to glide along the smooth arch of what is presumably the top of the wing until he can't anymore because he'd have to get up and Cas is snuggling closer, arms wrapping around his middle.

Dean flattens his hand and drags it down over row upon row of soft feathers. They tremble and shift under his fingers and he feels a gust of air against his face. Cas makes a desperate noise kinda like a deep hiccup and shuts his eyes tight.

"Jesus, you're hot like this." Dean didn't mean to say it out loud but Cas opens his eyes like he's drugged and smiles shy up at him. Dean rakes his fingertips down again.

"Dean.." he gasps and jerks.

"Did I hurt you?" Dean smirks, imitating Cas earlier. He loved hearing his name said in Cas' wrecked voice.

"Yes, it was quite painful." Cas deadpans.

Frowning, Dean asks, "Seriously?"

"Yes. Maybe you should do it again."

Grinning, Dean gets an idea and pulls his hand back. Cas looks up disappointed, but not surprised. Geez, he probably thought he was ready to bolt again.

"How 'bout you answer a few questions and we'll see what happens?"

"Questions?" Cas squints but Dean rubs a thumb up his spine, his voice sounds strained. "What kind of questions?"

Dean plays a finger coyly over a few inches of his shoulder blade. "Are demons real?"

"Dean.. you know-"

He gasps when Dean sinks his hand in a cluster of softness before pulling it back to prop behind his head, pointedly. Cas glares up at him but Dean just smirks and waits.

"Demons are real," he says frowning.

"See, that wasn't so hard."

Cas grumbles and drops his head back down.

"So, why'd you come here tonight? Not that I'm complaining." He rubs an unseen feather between two fingers like a promise. Or a tease.

"There is an increase of demonic activity in this town." He winces when Dean's surprised and lifts his hand to accidentally catch on several feathers and go against the grain.

"Sorry, sorry." Cas relaxes against him again when strokes his back muscles. "Do they have wings and stuff like you?"

"They are nothing like us," Cas almost growls.

"Alright, simmer down. I didn't know, did I? You never tell me anything."

Cas still locks his jaw. Dean tugs lightly on a feather to see if it produces a good reaction or not. Cas makes a happy grunt. Tugging on several at once, gently, he continues, "So what are they like? Not all hot like you, right?" He rubs his other hand through Cas' hair. Cas smiles at the compliment and loses the last of his anger. "Are they ugly? I bet they have pointy tales."

"Their bodies are not their own. They must possess a vessel." Cas grits his teeth when Dean grips lower down on his wing. "A Human."

Dean runs his hand as low as he can reach to sift through was seem like longer, stiffer feathers. Cas' addictive scent is surrounding him as he drowns in his soft moans. His finger is suddenly sliced by a sharp edge.

"Shit!" He pulls his hand back to see blood dripping steadily. Cas looks up and grabs his hand firmly and brings it to his lips. When he kisses the wound, it closes.

"I apologize.. you make me forget my control."

"What the hell was that? Did your wing just bite me?"

"I told you before.. my lower flight feathers can sharpen." Cas looks all worried with blood on his bottom lip. Dean kisses him, chastely.

"You're dangerous, huh? Should I be afraid of you, Cas?"

"Of course." Cas pushes Dean back and shifts so he's between his legs, above him with arms straight out to brace himself above Dean. Without hesitation, he grabs Dean's pants on either side of his hips and pulls them down over his ass so he's all out to his midthigh. His half-hard erection bobs in the cooler night air.

"Whoa, Cas."

"Yes, Dean?" He says, with his gaze down between them. It's shocking for him to just touch him now with boldness. Like there isn't a question that he's allowed to touch Dean when he wants without asking.

"I already.. I can't-"

While kissing him, Cas takes Dean's hand and brings it down to his leather pants. Dean's heartbeat jumps but his hand stays frozen just over Cas' black cord lacing.

Burrows into his neck, Cas says, "I tried not to come back here. So many times, I tried, Dean. I couldn't stop thinking about your beautiful green eyes and soft lips.. or the noise you make that seems to embarrass you."

Dean blushes knowing exactly what stupid high-pitched whine he's talking about. Cas sucks at his ear lobe and it gives him the last push to drag his fingers through the tied cord and pulling until the leather separates and he's suddenly touching him for the first time. His hand shakes as he follows Cas' length up from the root to tip. He's warm and smooth. It's not unlike touching himself except he gets to watch Cas scrunch his face up and bite on his chapped pink lips and know that he's the reason. It's almost as good as doing it to himself. Almost. The next best thing.

He pulls Cas down to nip at his lips and then remembers what made him all hot and horny again in the first place. He keeps Cas occupied with rubbing a thumb over his head and sucking on his tongue when it surges inside his mouth. Reaching behind his back, Dean slots his hand under the invisible wing and bunches it tight. Groaning, Cas dips his hands underneath Dean's ass and lifts him up so their dicks bump. Then rub. Then thrust along side each other. Dean had lowered his hand to the small of his back, surprised by the sudden movement and Cas' strength, suspending him a bit in air. He slides his hand upward now to wrap around the joint, then up underneath. He frowns with his fingers get covered in a warm leaking fluid. Cas bites his shoulder to cry out and rock against him hard with his hips. He doesn't know what it is but it's driving Cas nuts. He lifts two wet digits up to his face. Sniffing them curiously, Dean brings them hesitantly towards his tongue. Cas lifts his head suddenly and watches with wide slightly-crazed eyes.

"D-Dean.." He gasps.

Dean's tongue tingles.. and it tastes like strong honey and maybe almond?

"What is that?" He frowns at his fingers, licking around his mouth and watching them move with the thick viscous substance on them.

"My oil, you- stop putting it in your mouth, Dean."

"It kinda tastes.."

Cas grabs his wrist in a hold that will probably bruise. "You have no idea the restraint I am exercising when you do that. I would suggest you stop now."

Dean quirks an eyebrow and reaches down to grab his cock all at once again, smiling smugly when Cas' eyes roll back.

"Yeah?" He licks his fingertip. "This gettin' you all riled up, Cas? You-"

Dean's head jerks towards the door when he hears footsteps on the stairs.

"Cas!" He pushes at his chest to shake him out of his daze. "You gotta go!"

Cas drops down to kiss him hard, pressing something into his hand.

"Go! Go now!" He whispers quickly, grabbing the control to turn on the tv. He spares a second to blindly change to a random late night talk show and grab Cas' shirt to throw at him. Smiling wide, he walks backwards. Despite his panic, Dean smiles back before frantically waving him away. When the doorknob turns he has time to look down and hike up his pajama pants and see Cas' dive backwards out of the window.

Dean shuts his eyes and tries to breathe shallowly. Footsteps cross his floor and stop at the end of his bed. Slow and even, he thinks over and over though his pulse is pounding. They can't tell he just had angel sitting on his lap. Slow and even. He fights to not curl into a ball. After a few more seconds, his tv is turned off and then there's complete silence. Dean slowly creaks an eye open the tiniest bit to see his dad staring out the window. When he turns towards him, Dean quickly shuts his eyes. After another minute, he hears the windows being latched and his father closing his door.

Dean breathes out a shaky breath and turns on his back. He pulls out his closed hand from under the covers to see what Cas gave him before they were almost caught.

It's a solid black feather.

The next morning, when Dean wakes up the first thing he does after yawning is reach under his pillow to see the feather again. He twirls it once, smiling, then feels like a lovesick girl so he looks around until he finds a book on the floor. It's the fairytale book that Cas first read Sleeping Beauty in and started them kissing in the first place. Thinking it was fitting, he carefully places it in the middle and closes it before finding a natural looking spot on the book shelf.

He gets dressed and runs downstairs for breakfast. His mom is at the stove, cooking bacon. He announces his presence with an enthusiastic, "Morning!" and a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting at the table next to Sam.

Mary turns and raises an eyebrow. "Well, Good Morning. Is that really my broody teenage son? Are you feeling okay?"

"Stop." Dean pushes her hand away when she feels his head like she's taking his temperature.

His mom's eyebrows furrow. "Do you smell syrup or something?" She crosses the kitchen, checking around until she finds the maple syrup bottle and sniffs it. Dean blushes as she lifts it looking for a hole. He thought Cas' sweet scent had been in his head. Lowering his hands under the table, he quickly asks, "Uh, where's dad?"

"He left for work early." She shakes her head and puts the bottle back.

Sam had been poking his spoon at his oatmeal with his good hand and hasn't even looked up yet. "Hey, Sammy!"

"Hi." His little brother says quietly.

"Hey, C'mere. Don't you know you're supposed to decorate one of those?"

Dean spends the rest of breakfast drawing a dragon in green sharpie that might look a little like a lizard with a beard but it does the trick of making Sam smile. He asks his mom if Charlie can come over since its Saturday and she agrees. When she gets that knowing proud mom look, the happy feeling in his stomach sours. He could never tell them about Cas. Well, not that he would be able to anyway with him being an angel. It's like their time at night doesn't exist in the light of day. Cas doesn't make sense here in his bright morning kitchen with his baby bro and mom eating bacon and pancakes. What he was doing was scary enough with a guy.. but slap wings on him and it was just.. what was he doing? On top of everything, had he corrupted an angel? Cas hadn't even kissed anyone before him. It was easy to forget. The last two times he didn't look like he needed much help.. what with the way he got all aggressive and took the lead. And fuck if that wasn't hot when he got that dark look in his eye like he was sure if everything they were doing. He was apparently learning exactly what touch to use when.

And his wings.. Dean can imagine them better now. Huge and pitch black, spread high above him. Dean licks his thumb surreptitiously and there's still a sweetness to his skin. He was already nervous and hoping Cas might come back that night again.

Charlie makes it over about 3 in the afternoon and he can tell right away something's wrong. She doesn't joke or call him Winchester or anything as she follows him up the stairs to his room. Dean asks her if she's alright and she just nods. When she sits down to play next to him on the floor, she just stares at her hands.

"Charlie?" He asks, setting down his controller. After she doesn't acknowledge him, he takes hers and sets it down too.

"What's a matter?"

Tears start streaming down her face but she still hasn't looked up yet. Dean clenches his jaw, hating how he was so inept at this. Finally, he throws an arm over her shoulders and pulls her close into his side.

"It's okay. You don't have to talk about it." He says against her temple.

Charlie grabs his shirt and cries into his collar as he strokes her hair. After a while, she sniffs and pulls back, not looking at him.

"Sorry." She wipes angrily at her face. "I hate being weepy."

"Sorry I'm sucking at knowing what to say."

Her lips twitch but turn down instead of into a smile. She shakes herself and asks if they can play now. Dean tells her whatever she wants.

After a few minutes of Mario and Luigi making their way energetically through dancing cacti, she says her mom's cancer came back. When he pauses the game with his controller, she immediately unpauses it with hers. Dean reluctantly turns his attention back to the screen as she goes through the last few tough years and how for a while it looked better. But it always came back.

"Let's talk about something else." She says grimly after an extended silence.

"Like what?"

She blows out a shaky breath. "Anything. I'm tired of being sad."

Charlie had opened herself up so maybe he could give her a little of himself back.

"So.. things are going.. uh pretty good with Cas." He starts slowly.

She turns to give him an actual smile. "Yeah? What's he like?"

Dean grins stupidly at the screen while thinking. "Well he's like real intense. Kinda uptight sometimes but then he can be.. I don't know.." He looks at her and stops abruptly. "What?"

"Nothing. You're just so cute. So where'd you meet him? He doesn't go to our school, right?"

"Oh um.. he lives around here. I.. he doesn't go to school."

"Older guy? Not in a creepy Dateline Old-guy-stalks-youth kinda way, hopefully?"

Dean smirks. "Nah, just a little bit older."

Come to think of it, he'd never asked much about that. How angels age or how any of it even worked. Cas had been coming to him since he was 12 and he never looked any different. Before all that stuff had been on the off limits list of topics as was most of his questions about angels, but surely now he had some right to ask? Or not. What was he even to Cas?

Charlie pulls him out of his thoughts to ask if his parents knew about Cas.

"Not exactly. So next level?"

Charlie looks uneasy but resolutely turns ahead and goes back to playing. He thinks they're done talking and absorbs back into the game but eventually she says, "You know that's gonna bite you in the ass, right?"

"Huh?"

"You should be the one to tell them now before they find out another way."

"Charlie." He stops and puts down the remote completely. She pushes pause and turns to him, warily. "They can't know. Ever. My dad.. that- that would..." Getting worked up, Dean imagines holding Cas' hand in front of his parents and starts sweating.

"Hey, it's okay." She waits for him to run a nervous hand through his hair and turn back towards her. "I'm just sayin'.. wouldn't it be better to be like open about it?"

"No."

She stares at him for a minute but he returns it with hard eyes. "Alright, alright." She throws up her hands in surrender. "Here endeth the lecture." She pushes him lightly on the shoulder. "Thanks for telling me. And for not bolting at my meltdown."

"Anytime you need to make my shirt all gross and snotty, I'm here for ya."

"There was no snot! I cry quite prettily, I'll have you know."

The rest of the afternoon is comfortable and carefree again. His dad comes home during dinner and barely says hello before he's running upstairs for a shower. They finish eating and once Dean clears the plates, his mom asks if he can take the trash out. He grabs the bag and walks out the door around to the side of the house. Its dusk and the sounds of the insects buzzing fill the air. He throws the trash in and covers it back with the lid. He makes it only a few steps before he's grabbed by the arm and slammed against the wall of his house. Before he can stop wincing, lips are covering his and he's caged by a warm body.

"Cas?" he gasps between a kiss. He smiles against Dean's lips and murmurs, "Do you have a habit of kissing others against your home?"

Dean makes a small humming noise of approval when Cas nuzzles his neck before he realizes where they are.

"Wait, no. You can't be here."

"Mmm," Cas's voice against his throat just sounds like a rumble when he kisses and sucks a trail from his Adam's Apple to his chin, then along jaw and nipping at his earlobe. "I've missed you."

"You just saw me last night." Dean arms come up to stroke his shoulder blades where he seemed to be sensitive even if his wings weren't out.

"It seemed longer. Do you not miss me when I am gone?" He sounds playful but there's a small tension in his back now.

"Jesus, of course." Dean arches away from the wall and into Cas' body to grind against him. "You're all I freaking think about, lately."

Dean gets a little caught up in the feel of Cas pressing so tight along his body and how his fingers hold his head in place while coaxing him into kissing that he forgets why he has to leave. Until Cas is abruptly pulled back and flung away from him.

Dean blinks, probably looking as dazed as Cas before he sees his dad glaring between him and his angel.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Cas glances towards Dean who feels like he's going to be sick. He should say something. Anything. What combination of words would make this not appear to be exactly what it was?

"Hey!" His dad pushes Cas' shoulder hard so he takes a small step back. "Don't look at him. You fucking look at me!" Somewhere in his head, Dean knows that it's only because Cas allowed it that he shifted back. It would take a lot more than his father, pissed off or not, to move Cas if he didn't want to.

Cas flicks his eyes to his father and coolly keeps his gaze until John tightens his jaw and just growls, "Get out of here."

Cas doesn't make a move or break away from the staring match until Dean manages to make his mouth work.

"Just go." Dean says, not looking at him.

He furrows his brow at Dean but reluctantly walks off towards the front of the house. Well not like he could fly off Dean thinks ridiculously so he doesn't have to think that his dad was now turning all his attention to him.

"Is this why you've been dropping grades and moping around the house? To be sneaking around with some asshole?"

"Cas isn't some asshole." It's the only thing he can think to say with his brain panicking and words flinging through him a mile a minute with none sticking.

"Cas? That's Cas?! How long has this shit been goin' on?"

Dean balls his fists at his sides and keeps staring at his dad's shoes.

"Answer me!"

Wincing, he mutters, "Not long."

John shakes his head at the ground. "Where did this come from? I didn't raise you to be some goddamn Fa-" He whips his head away and growls, cutting himself off... But Dean still heard it. Just as if he had yelled it.

Faggot.

Everything feels unreal and numb after that. His dad yells some more while pacing until he's red in the face and his mom comes out. He vaguely knows that they're shouting back and forth but he doesn't hear any of it. That word circles his head. And his father's look of disgust.

Dean finally walks past them through the kitchen with Sam saying his name and goes upstairs. He locks the door behind him and quietly lies down on his bed turning on his side while clutching a pillow. When someone pounds on the door, he only moves the pillow up to hold over his head. Eventually the heavy knocks stop and thudding footsteps fade.

The numbness returns and Dean wallows in it. What follows is a semi-wakeful state where he would probably fall asleep if his brain would turn off but he just keeps seeing his dad's face, keeps hearing that half-said word.. over and over and over again. His stomach knots and rolls so that he thinks about throwing up off and on but that would mean leaving his room. Why wasn't he more careful? Why had he let Cas kiss him so out in the open? God, his dad had seen him kissing him too. There was no denying it. What was he even gonna say? He can't even imagine what it'll be like when he's finally made to leave his room and face them. Face him. For now all he can do is lie here and wish for a hole to come swallow him up.

At some point he feels the bed dip but he ignores it. After long minutes of nothing, Dean says, "Go away, Cas." His voice sounds dead and empty even to himself. He stays on his side, facing the other way.

A hand touches his shoulder and Dean closes his eyes at the momentary comfort before barking low, "I said, go away!" He shrugs away further from him and whispers, "Please."

Dean lets his mind tune out the world again to get wrapped up in his own dark-tented thoughts. When he checks over his shoulder later, he's alone.

Author's Note: For those who are worried about how angsty my angst will get.. let me tell you this now. I am a firm believer in happy endings.. but you have to earn it.