Rain Off an Angel's Wings

Castiel shelters Dean and Hermione after a fight.

Pairing: Castiel/Hermione/Dean
Rating: general
Warnings: none
Tropes: adrenaline crash, wings can be manifested physically
Words: 447
Original Release Date: 16 May 2023

Additional Notes: Written for DoMAYstic 2023, Day 6 – Under the same umbrella

At some point, the rain had turned to sleet. Hermione had been separated from Dean and Castiel, split off by their enemies, an unholy alliance between demon, shapeshifter, witch, and werewolf. Somehow she'd been targeted by both the shifter and the wolf. And then she'd lost her wand in the thick mud made by the torrential downpour in the dilapidated ghost town. Thankfully, Hermione's training with the boys had saved her arse, and she'd managed to take down both monsters. Then she crawled around in the mud to try to find her wand.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she found it unbroken.

Covered head to toe in mud and blood, she trudged through the muck in the direction she thought Dean and Castiel had been in. Over the heavy sleet, she thought she heard the sound of footsteps, the sucking sound the mud made as someone lifted their foot. Hermione braced herself in case it was the other two enemies. Two more steps forward and she saw Dean round the corner of the building she was beside. Her shoulders slumped.

He was alright.

Before she could even start to move, he'd rushed her and pinned her against the grey, splintery clapboard. His mouth came down on hers, a ferocious kiss that made her wonder what his enemy had taunted him with before he'd defeated it. She returned the kiss, maybe not as passionately or enthusiastically—she was tired, dammit—but he didn't seem to mind.

It took her a few minutes after he broke the kiss but didn't step back to realize he was trying to warm her up. Or keep her standing. She wasn't sure. Her skin was tingling with pins and needles from the sleet, and she was shivering.

The rain stopped. Or something stopped the rain from pelting her face, as she could still hear it drumming the tin rooves of the buildings, the wooden boards of the walls, and the mud around her. When Hermione opened her eyes she saw why. Above their heads, was a large feathered wing held out and the precipitation was rolling down the oiled iridescent light grey feathers.

Castiel.

Hermione's gaze slid from the natural umbrella to where their lover was standing, pressed up against Dean like he was against her. She tried to smile at him, though she wasn't sure if the muscles of her face cooperated.

"You back with us?" Dean asked, his words soft as his breath caressed her cheek.

Hermione blinked slowly, returning her gaze to his. Apparently, the physical exhaustion of the fight and the cold had caused her to space out once she was relatively safe.

"Yeah. Let's go home," she answered.