Just had this idea pop into my head and I just HAD to write it. . Just a random oneshot of Dean and Cas.

Very, Very Fluffy Destiel in every sense. ^_^

ENJOY!

Lyrical Inspiration:

"What you mean to me you'll never know

Deep inside I need to show

You came into my life sent from above (Sent from above)

When I lost all hope, you showed me love (Boy you showed me love)

I'm checkin' for ya, boy you're right on time (Right on Time)

Angel of Mine (Angel of mine)" Monica: Angel of Mine

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Castiel watched intently as Dean walked into the motel room. He took a deep breath as he felt that foreign heart fluttering in his chest. He wondered what it was because it only seemed to happen when he was around Dean or simply even thinking about him. He sighed and held his hand over his heart that beat so swiftly it almost hurt. Maybe Dean would know what it was. He decided he would ask him.

With that thought, he closed his eyes to appear inside the motel.

Dean pulled off his shoes and then slid his blood-soaked shirt off. He was so exhausted from fighting that pack of shape shifters that all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep. He groaned as he let his aching body fall onto the bed. He sat up abruptly when the hairs on his neck stood and the warm breeze washed over him.

"Hey Cas," he said, smiling "Haven't seen you all day."

Castiel tilted his head slightly as he stared at the hunter on the bed with his shirt off. His heart began to pound more rapidly than ever before and warmth seemed to spread through his veins. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart but it only seemed to get worse. He had never noticed just how beautiful Dean was. The color of his skin contrasted so elegantly with his hair and eyes and his body was so firm and muscular in just the right way.

Castiel tried to swallow but it felt like there was a lump in his throat.

Dean knit his eyebrows at the angel who was staring at him. Castiel's wings seemed off; usually they were perfect silk but now they seemed extremely…what would the word be…fluffy? "Cas?" he asked.

Castiel took another deep breath and held his hand over his heart again, trying to use his angelic powers to slow it down. "Hello Dean," he said, his voice raspy.

"Cas, you alright?" Dean asked, wondering why the angel seemed to be in pain.

Castiel nodded and blinked a few times, trying to avert his eyes off of the hunter's body.

"What's wrong with your wings?" Dean probed.

Castiel tilted his head in confusion and turned his head to see that his wings were extremely puffy and the colors seemed to be more magnificent than he had ever seen them. He touched his fingers to one of the feathers and instantly all of his muscles stiffened at how sensitive they were.

Dean watched the angel curiously and stood up. He slowly walked over to Castiel, who appeared really afraid of something. Dean wanted to know what those feathers felt like. They looked like they were softer than anything Dean had ever seen in his entire life. Like the fluff on a baby chicken.

Castiel's stomach turned as the hunter walked closer to him. He turned his eyes to avoid staring at the bare chest but he became entranced when his eyes met the soft green. He flinched slightly when Dean's hand reached out to touch one of his feathers.

"What's wrong, Cas?" Dean asked, worried by the angel's strange behavior.

"No-" Castiel cleared his dry throat "Nothing." He held his hand back over his chest when the rapid beat started again.

Dean ignored the angel's hesitance and closed the distance completely. Something inside of him was pulling him closer to this perfect creature before him. He just wanted to touch him and caress those feathers softly. He gently placed his hand on Castiel's chest and his own heart skipped a beat when he felt how rapidly the angel's heart pounded.

Castiel took a long, shaky breath when heat seemed to radiate through his body at Dean's touch. He swallowed again and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to feel the smooth skin of his charge and trace the contours of those flawless muscles.

Dean had no idea what was happening but he could not control himself. His heart pounded as he brushed his fingers along the revealed skin on the angel's chest. He heard Castiel let out an almost purring sound and Dean instantly reacted. He wrapped one of his arms around the angel's waist and slowly took one of Castiel's feathers in his other hand. In that instant, a range of emotions shot through him; confusion, anxiety, joy and most of all the feeling of lust.

Castiel entire body stiffened when Dean brushed his feathers softly. The blood rushed in his body from his super sensitive wings. All he wanted to do was close his arms around the hunter and savor in his lips. He wanted to run his fingers over his muscles and taste the sweet skin. Something pleasurable was pumping through him as Dean stroked his feathers so softly.

Before he could stop himself, he let his arms close around the hunter's body and allowed his hands to roam the smooth skin. He breathed out slowly and pulled Dean closer to him until their bodies were as close as they could get.

Dean gasped when the angel drew their bodies together and his heart began to pound in his chest. He closed his eyes at the tension between them. He had always wondered what he truly felt for this angel and now he knew. All along he just wanted to hold him…to kiss him…to commit everything he had to him. That was saying something because Dean Winchester never fully intends to commit to another.

He lifted his eyes to meet that inhuman blue. Castiel's eyes held so much passion that Dean could not help but respond to it. He lifted his hands and held onto the angel's face before pulling their mouths together. He closed his eyes as he relished in the sweet lips of his angel.

Castiel moaned softly when his charge allowed their lips to touch. He couldn't believe how incredible he felt at the moment. This was all he needed all along. Dean was the reason his heart fluttered. He was beginning to realize what it all meant. He had seen this happen to so many humans before but didn't understand why; now he did. He was absolutely in love with this man before him. He did not know why he was granted the ability to feel emotions but he was now grateful for it.

He wanted more of this hunter. He grabbed onto Dean's shoulders and gently pushed him onto the bed, keeping their lips locked.

Dean's blood pumped as Castiel pushed him onto the bed, their lips never separating. He had no idea what came over him but he was willing to let Castiel do whatever he wanted to him. He reluctantly pulled away to catch his breath and let out a soft moan as the angel began to kiss his neck softly.

Castiel felt more blood rush through him as he brushed his lips along Dean's soft and delicate skin. His stomach turned in a good way when the hunter let out a soft moan and Castiel gently parted his lips to touch his tongue on that sweet and salty skin.

Warmth spread lower in Dean's body as he felt his angel's tongue touch his sensitive skin. He sucked in a deep breath and slid his hands underneath the tan trench coat to push it off. He smiled when Castiel threw it on the floor, never moving his mouth.

Dean closed his eyes and gently began to brush his fingers through the puffy electrified feathers. Castiel then moved his kisses lower until he reached Dean's nipple.

Dean's breath hitched when the angel gently sucked and nibbled. Pleasure coursed through him and he closed his fists around the arches of Castiel's wings, earning and loud moan from the angel. How Castiel knew what he was doing, Dean would never know; he was thankful, though.

Castiel winced to feel his ultra-sensitive feathers touched in such a way. He had recalled Gabriel talking about the days when they were like this. Castiel had yet to experience it until now. He didn't know what he was really doing, though, and he did not want to upset Dean.

Dean seemed to sense some hesitation in the angel as he gently lifted his head up. Without hesitation, Dean moved one of his hands to Castiel's face and caressed his cheek softly. Those blue eyes were glowing so fiercely that Dean was immediately lost in them. For a moment, they just gazed at one another until Dean pulled the angel up to catch his lips. He couldn't believe how incredible he felt. All he wanted was to embrace and kiss Castiel.

And they did just that for a few minutes as Dean entwined his fingers in those delicate fingers. They were so luxurious and continued to spread warmth and euphoria through his body.

Dean gasped for breath, realizing he wasn't taking the time to do so. He was so involved in kissing Castiel that he had forgotten the basic human need for oxygen.

Castiel leaned up to stare into those beautiful emerald eyes. He smiled softly when Dean brushed his cheek softly with his thumb.

Dean gave a soft sigh when the angel lay his head onto his chest, their bodies fitting perfect together. He took another look at the puffy and colorful wings that fell over them in a state of relaxation. He then used one hand to brush through Castiel's hair and the other to caress his wings. He felt so drawn to the angel and he didn't understand why…it was almost like he was too drawn…like Castiel had done something to make it that way.

After a long moment of thought, he paused and grinned "Cas?" he asked.

"Yes Dean?" Castiel's voice was barely a whisper as he didn't want to drown out the sound of Dean's heartbeat that he was listening intently to as he lay his head on his bare chest.

"Did you just peacock me?" Dean asked, finding amusement in the situation. He remembered reading about how peacocks would puff out their feathers in an arrangement of beautiful colors in means to attract a mate.

Castiel lifted his head, tilting it in confusion "What do you mean? What is peacocking?" he asked, unaware of the term 'peacocking'.

Dean grinned "Peacocks puff out their feathers to attract mates…" he said, loving how innocent those blue orbs seemed.

Castiel pursed his lips, knitting his eyebrows. He thought back to Gabriel saying that when an angel was attracted to someone, their wings would indeed prove it.

"I suppose I did," Castiel said, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

Dean laughed lightly and pulled the angel into another kiss. It lasted a moment before he pulled back "You don't need to peacock me, I like you the way you are," he whispered softly, kissing Castiel once more before turning them so they faced each other on their sides.

Castiel's cheeks reddened some more and he smiled when Dean pulled them closer. Castiel nuzzled his face into Dean's shoulder as he let his more puffy and sensitive wings curl around them in a warm embrace.

Dean moaned softly at the warmth and silk of Castiel's blanket of wings curled around them. For a while, they lay there in silence until Dean fell asleep, all of the pain in in his body relieved in the comfort of his angel.

When Castiel noticed Dean asleep, he closed his own eyes and let his mind drift to a sleep-like state. He could never feel more happy then he did with Dean.

Eeeeps I loved writing that. So cute and fluffy. Please please leave reviews. :P