Dean.

I woke up feeling like I was on fire. I started to tear at the clothes I was wearing when something cold touched me. Immediately I started to crawl towards The Cold Thing. The Cold Thing wrapped itself around me and began to murmur to me. A little later I heard a scraping sound and turned my head to see a blurry red thing standing there.

"I brought both of you some food and I need to do my daily check on him," the red blob said.

"Dean has been extremely hot for the last few hours," The Cold Thing said.

"That's a good sign," the blob said. "The biggest danger to ice turn-scales is that the body does not interact well with the formula and begins to freeze." The red blob walked over to me and knelt down. It then opened my mouth and stuck something inside. After a moment it pulled the thing out and said, "His temperature looks normal for this stage, so that is nothing you need to be worried about." The blob then reached over and ran a hand along my back and felt up and down. It hurt when it pressed down and I tried to squirm away but The Cold Thing was in front of me. "He is definitely going to grow wings." Then there was a bright light in my eyes and I couldn't close them. "And possibly slitted pupils. If he tells you his vision is blurry, all it means is that the eyes are changing. I will be back to see you tomorrow. Try to get him to eat as much as you can." With that, the red blob turned to leave.

The Cold Thing began to try and unwrap me from it. "No," I protested weakly.

"Dean, I need to feed you. I will only be a tail length away," The Cold Thing said.

"No," I reiterated. "No moving. No leaving."

"You need to eat."

I ignored it and clung on tighter.

The Thing sighed and I felt it shift under me, but it was no longer trying to get me to get off so I ignored it. "Here," The Cold Thing said, holding something to my mouth. "You do not have to move, but you do need to eat."

I wasn't hungry and I didn't want to eat, but I also didn't want The Cold Thing to make me leave so I did as it had told me and ate everything it gave me. It began to stroke one hand through my hair, so I leaned back into the touch to let The Thing know that I liked it. "Try to get some sleep, Dean," The Cold Thing said, and under its gentle rhythmic stroking, it didn't take long for me to do as it had said.

Everything after that was a blur. I stayed pressed up against The Cold Thing, and it always made sure that I ate. Sometimes the red blob would come in and poke at me. I think I spent most of the time asleep.

The next time I woke up everything still looked slightly blurry, but I could think much more lucidly. But the only thing I was thinking was, "Hurts."

"I know," Castiel said. "Your wings are growing in. That means that you are almost done changing. Gadreel is going to come to look at you today."

We spent the next few hours talking, or more accurately, Castiel talked and I did my best to grunt out answers to any question he asked. Eventually, our mostly one-sided conversation was interrupted by the sound of the door sliding open. "Samandriel told me that it is almost time for his wings to come out," Gadreel announced. "After they do it will only be a day or two until you may leave." As he talked he walked over and crouched next to me. "I need to look him over to make certain that everything went properly."

Gadreel then proceeded to run his hands over my body and poke at me in almost any way imaginable, although thankfully he didn't touch my back. As he went he made little observations, although who he was talking to was a mystery. "There are no signs of scent glands. He has no claws. None of his teeth have sharpened. No sign of scale patched. Eyes are slitted." Gadreel sat back and turned to Castiel. "Hold him still"

"Why?" Castiel questioned.

"I need to check on his wings and tail. The new skin is very sensitive and it will hurt, but I need to see that everything is coming in correctly."

Castiel hesitated for a moment before wrapping his tail around my hips, holding my head to his neck, and pulling his wings over my arms. Gadreel reached over and began to press on the two large lumps on my back. I instantly started to scream and buck around, trying to get away from the pressure, but Castiel was much stronger than me so I was forced to stay. Gadreel continued to probe deeper and deeper into the lumps, slowly and carefully feeling over every part and completely ignoring my screams. I think Castiel might have been whispering to me, but I couldn't hear anything over my cries, couldn't focus on anything other than the pain.

Finally, the magnified pain stopped as Gadreel said, "The wings feel good. They will most likely come out tomorrow. You will want to wash them when this happens. Once you take him home you will have to teach him how to use them. Do not let him try to fly until the muscles are stronger, although they will develop at a much faster rate than normal. Samandriel will bring you a few shirts that can be put on and taken off around the wings."

It tuned out that I had relaxed too soon, as when Gadreel was done talking he reached down and began to feel another lump on the bottom of my back. Thankfully, he stopped touching this one much sooner adding that, "His tail is also growing properly. Samandriel should be in soon to give you everything you will need for the coming out."

I woke up to the pain in my back, worse than it had been before. When I moved to stretch out there was a loud tearing sound and the pain spiked for a second, before leaving almost completely at the bottom. I was currently sitting in Castiel's lap, which is where I had spent almost all of my time here, and I felt him reach around behind me and run one hand down my back. "Cas, what…?"

"Your tail came in," he explained. "I need to clean it now." I felt a weird pulling feeling, like a limb being moved but not in any place that a limb should be. Then I felt a wet cloth being dragged over it. 'Clean your tail.' I thought. 'I need to clean your tail. That was what Cas had said. And now you feel a new limb. You have a tail.'

Almost the moment that Castiel had finished cleaning my tail, my wing began to come out. When they finished, he cleaned them with the same care and diligence he had given my tail. "There. Everything is finished," he murmured, pulling me back into his lap.

He spent a long time just staring at the wings, so long that I asked, "Everything alright there?"

He looked like I had just brought him out of a daze, "Yes. It is just that your wings are beautiful."

"Oh," what did you say to that?

"You should rest some more. Having new limbs to adjust to must be tiring."

Well, he wasn't wrong, so I lay my head down on his shoulder and went to sleep.

It was two days later, and Gadreel had said I was clear to leave and that everything had gone well. We were standing outside of the cave and I wanted to get a look at my wings in a proper light. I didn't like to move my wings too much. Firstly, it still felt weird, much worse than the tail that I had mostly gotten used to. Secondly, I didn't like how the wings rubbed on the wing holes of my new shirt. It was a dark green and the wings fit into the holes by buttoning the shirt under each one. But I wanted to see them, and I was pretty sure Castiel wanted to look at them as well, so I stretched out my wings behind me. The top of the wing was a sky blue that ran down each of the finger bones, while the skin stretched between each bone was a lighter frostier color. The tail was a darker midnight blue with a half diamond in the tip. "You are absolutely stunning," Castiel murmured.

"Yeah, sure," I said, not sure what to do with the unwarranted praise. "Let's get going. I need to see how Sam is doing," I added changing the subject.

"I am sure that Sam is fine," Castiel reassured. "Missouri will take care of him."

"Well, I still want to get back."

"Try to keep your wings open for some of the flight, so you can get used to the feeling of the wind flowing around them."

I agreed, only because I didn't want to argue right now. I still hated flying and there was no way I was going to be doing it myself.

When we got back to Missouri's cottage the first thing I did was go see Sam. Missouri had indeed taken good care of him. He did look much better than he had when I had left. "Hey Sammy, I'm back."

Sam stopped a stared at me when he saw me.

"So, uh, how do you like them?" I asked. It was unnerving how he was staring at me, and despite the fact that I would never admit it, I was worried about what Sam would think of me.

"You have wings," Sam said, stating the obvious. After a moment of consideration, he added, "That's kind of awesome."

That was a very relieving thing to hear. The two of us talked about what had happened during our most recent separation, and after only a few moments (if you ignored the topic of conversation) everything was the same as it had always been between us.

When the two of us were done talking, I went upstairs to the room I had been lent. Castiel had been sprawled out on the bed reading a book, but he put it down and got up when he saw me walk in. He came up to me and we kissed. Castiel ran his hands through my hair, lightly scratching his claws along my scalp and pulling me into a deeper kiss. I leaned back slightly and said, "Guess I'm not the only one that's getting impatient for a repeat performance."

"If that is what you want then you are wearing far too much clothing."

"You aren't exactly naked yourself."

"We can change that."

A dragon and a turn-scale getting undressed was a decided mood killing event. Castiel still wasn't used to getting undressed and I had no idea how to remove the new wing accommodating shirt. In the end, we both help remove the other's clothes, just not in a sexy way. However, the clothing fight had been worth it, as now there was nothing in between us.

I started the kissing this time and slowly backed Castiel up to the bed and lightly pushed him down on it. We continued to kiss and I began to grind down on him, both of us quickly hardening.

Castiel suddenly reached up and stopped me. I felt a brief moment of hurt and worry, but before I could think too long about what I might have done wrong he flipped us over and said, "This time it is my turn." Being on my back was not comfortable. My wings were crushed part way under me and my tail was like laying with a rock shoved under my back. I very quickly forgot my discomfort as Castiel began to kiss and suck down my neck, carefully making sure not to let his sharpened teeth hurt me.

I tipped my head to the side giving him more skin to explore as a groan escaped me. "Oh, Cas, yes. Yes"

He continued to lick an icy trail down my chest and legs, before kissing his way back up, completely ignoring my aching, hard arousal. "Cas. Cas, please. Need you."

He laughed darkly, "And so you shall get me, but first I need to show just what you were doing to me the last time." Speaking of the last time, why was he now able to speak in full coherent sentences and I was the one begging? I had no time to dwell on this thought or on what he had meant, before a wave of pleasure more intense than anything I had ever felt before came over me.

Castiel was rubbing my wings, right where the bone of the wing met the skin of my back. Maybe having wings wouldn't be so bad. I tried to reach up and get at his wings to even the playing field but he just arched his back and held his wings up high out of my reach.

"You like that?" Castiel asked, imitating my previous question.

"You smug…" I couldn't finish that sentence as the dragon suddenly decided to dig into the muscles of my wings. Not only did my words turn into groans and pleas, but all coherent though completely left the building as Castiel decided that playing with one wing was enough. With his now free hand, he reached down and began to run it up and down my length. "Cas. Cas. I'm going to. Going to." And then the giant nuisance just stopped touching me. He was sitting over my hips but still out of my reach. "Cas, why did you stop? I was so close," I whined.

"It has almost been a month since I have enjoyed being with you, and you will not be getting off that easily. Now, how about you be a good little mate and open yourself up for me." I had no idea where this new Cas had come from, but I didn't really care because that was just about the hottest thing I had ever heard.

I reached up between his legs to the spot that the oil gland was located when an idea occurred to me. While still gathering the oil I twisted my hand around so I could rub the base of his arousal. Before I could though, Castiel leaned away. "If you cannot control yourself I have another pair on my neck that you may use."

That was actually a terrible threat as I already had enough oil on my hand, but I still stopped in favor of opening myself up. Castiel hungrily watched me until I announced to him that I was ready.

Castiel pushed me back down on the bed and grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, holding them down above my head. After carefully guiding himself into me his other hand went back to playing with my wings. While Castiel stayed motionless inside me so I could adjust, a new plan managed to come through. I wanted to get some revenge on the smug dragon and to get a little control, not that I wasn't enjoying myself immensely. Remembering what had happened the first time and the addition of a third appendage, I quickly snuck my tail up Castiel's spine to the place that his wings emerged. He let out a surprised squeak that quickly turned into a moan.

I finally seemed to have gotten him to stop teasing. Castiel began to move inside of me while also taking his free hand off of my wings and using it to stroke me instead. It wasn't long before I came, with Castiel following right behind. After we had gotten cleaned up the two of us fell asleep, this time with nothing in between us.