Dean and Cas were in Cas' motel room. Dean was sitting on the bed looking at the nervous Castiel in front of him.
"You sure?", he asked, probably for the fourth time in five minutes.
Dean just laughed and nodded while making himself comfortable on the bed. Castiel sighed slightly.
"Okay but if you laugh, then I'm out.", Castiel said before pulling the t-shirt he'd been wearing over his head. He nervously bit his lip as he took a step forward and then turned around so that Dean could see the tattoos.
Deans breath caught as he saw the huge black wings that were painted on Castiels back. They were beautiful, there was just no other word for it.
They started just beneath his shoulderblades and spread over his sides, to his shoulders and ended on his upper arms. The black feathers looked more than just real, for a second Dean thought that if he touched them they would actually become real. That was when he noticed the two feathers that were tattooed onto Cas' lower back. The looked as if they'd fallen off of those gorgeous wings.
Dean hasitantly raised his hand and let it trail over the left wing, letting his fingers run over every single feather, one by one. He felt how Cas slightly shivered under his touch and smiled.
"They look beautiful Cas.", he said softly as his hand caressed one of the feathers on Cas' shoulder. Castiel turned his head to the side a little so that he could see Deans face, but the blondes eyes were never leaving the black wings.
"Thank you.", Castiel said quietly. Deans eyes shot up and met the blue of Castiels. With a smile he continued to trace his fingers along the outlines of the wings.
"How long do you have them now?"
"One year. Got them on my last birthday, Charlie suggested it.", Castiel explaind and his eyes followed the movements of Deans hand as it brushed over his shoulder.
"Mhm this Charlie you always talk about really sounds awesome... guess I'll have to visit her sometime.", Dean whispered barely loud enough for Cas to hear it. "Have to thank her for those tattoos."
Castiel turned around to face Dean, but he had been standing closer than he'd thought. Their faces were just a few inches apart and Castiel could feel Deans warm breath brush over his skin. He suddenly didn't remember what he had wanted to say just seconds earlier, the only thing he could think of were Deans eyes.
Dean shifted from one foot to another and - if that was even possible - came even closer to Cas. "How come that nobody noticed them yet?", he whispered.
"Th- they are not longer than any of m-my shirts sleeves so it's pretty easy to hide them. I-I mean it's n-not like I'm running around shirtless all the time... ", Cas stuttered. Having Dean so close made it hard for him to form words properly. Dean smiled slightly.
"Yeah too bad..."
Deans eyes were shining in the light that came through the small window behind them. How long were they Standing like that, eyes locked and noses almost touching? Castiel didn't know and he just didn't care. Usually he didn't do things like that, standing so close to people - no matter who it was - was usually out of his comfort zone. Normally he would have already backed up and put his shirt back on, but something about Dean kept him from doing it, kept him Close. Made him want to stay, made him want to get even closer. Deans eyes shifted from Cas' eyes to the feathers on Cas' shoulders and he let his hand run over the fine outlines again. Castiel closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing regular. Everywhere Dean had tuched him, his skin was burning. It wasn't an unpleasant burn, it felt intoxicating, it made his head spin. He felt so confused at that Moment.
Dean made another step towards him, they were now standing chest to chest and Cas breath caught in his throat. Dean leaned down a little, his cheek slightly brushing Cas' cheek as he did so.
"I love your tattoos Cas.", he whispered into the other mans ear, "They are almost as beautiful as you."
Castiel felt his cheeks flush red, but he wasn't able to move, the scent of applepie and collonge clouded his mind. Dean raised his head again, so that they were able to see ech others eyes again.
Cas had never been a bold person, especially when it was about dating or stuff like that. He wasn't a person who would make 'the first move'. He didn't know what made him do it but suddenly he closed the small gap between them and he pressed his lips against Deans.
A surprised noise escaped Dean but not even a second later he had his arms wrapped around Cas' waist. Castiel put his hands into Deans neck to pull him down a little further. Deans lips were even softer than Cas had imagined them to be, he liked how they felt against his own lips. What had started as a soft kiss quickly escalated into a make out session. Castiels whole body felt like it was on flames.
After a minute or two Dean pulled away breathlessly. At some points he had started to dig his hands into Cas' dark hair, it left them even more messed up than before.
"Sweet jesus", the blonde panted and rested his forehead against Cas', "You're gonna be the death of me Cas. You know that?"
The dark haired man chuckled. "Yeah I know."