Love Letters and Meteor Showers:

What happens with Castiel's wings during a meteor shower?

Warning: It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!

So much Fluff!

Lyrical Inspiration:

"The city sleeps and we're lost in the moment

Another kiss says we're lying on the pavement

If they could see us they would tell us that we're crazy

But I know they just don't understand" Simple Plan: Take My Hand

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Dean sighed as he lay in the old, springy motel bed. His eyes remained closed as he tried to get comfortable again…he slowly rolled onto his side and stretched his arm out to find that his angel was missing. With that, his eyes popped open as he stared into the empty space. He felt strangely cold and alone by himself in the shabby motel room. The warm presence of Castiel was no longer there and he wouldn't admit out loud how much that actually upset him.

After a few minutes, he decided to get up. He stretched, standing up from the bed. His muscles warmed to the feel and several of his bones cracked nicely, ending with a pleased moan. It was dark in the room with nighttime outside…the only light was the slight moonlight illuminating the small table by the window. Dean knit his eyebrows at what appeared to be a small sheet of paper and a rose on the table as well.

He slowly walked over, his eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness enough that he could see more than just the outline of his bed and TV in front of the room. He slowly switched on the lamp on the table and winced at the sudden brightness that filled the room. He blinked rapidly, rubbing the wetness from his eyes with his fists. Once they had readjusted, he turned his jade eyes to the small, notepad that he had never seen before.

The first thing he noticed was the paper. It was softer than any other paper he had touched before. It almost felt silky on his fingertips as he brushed his thumb over the back. The second thing he noticed was the design on the paper. It was pure, heavenly white with what appeared to be golden and blue harps and angel wings outlining in a border around the lines to write. The third thing that caught his attention was the color of the ink…it cerulean and gold flaked and seemed to hold the glow which Dean adored about his angel's eyes. His eyes grazed over the perfect, elegant calligraphy that was etched into the paper, the curves of the letters too perfect for a normal human being to create. He knew it was Castiel and he felt warmth spread through his veins at the idea of his angel taking the time to write a note for him.

His eyes then landed upon the rose that lay on the table. He knit his eyebrows as he lifted it and instantly, his stomach turned in wonder. The stem was long and angled elegantly, the leaves sprouted on the sides in perfect symmetry; the color was of lush jade grass. His fingertips tingled as he touched the buds that opened in the most flawless way. His heart fluttered when he realized what the buds were made of. They were soft and silky, made of the smoothest of feathers he had ever felt. He knew for a fact they were, indeed, Castiel's feathers.

The color was the most unique he had seen with patches of amethyst and violet blue wrinkles imbedded into the silken feather buds. He slowly lifted it to his nose, breathing in the scent of crisp ocean waves and fresh spring morning flowers; Castiel's scent. He closed his eyes as he brushed the rose across his cheek, warmth, euphoria and grace absorbing into his skin in such an enchanting way.

He couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as he pressed his lips to the rose before placing it back down. He lifted the letter back up again and began to read it. He felt blush creep up his cheeks as his stomach warmed with the feeling of butterflies like he was some damn girl with a crush but he didn't even care.

Dean,

Please accept this rose I have made for you as a symbol of my commitment. As written, a purple rose represents enchantment and love at first sight. Though there would be no way I could ever express how I feel, I want you to always have a part of me within your grasp if for a reason, I cannot be there.

Your name has been inscribed in my heart and Grace before I knew your name. In the moment we met those years ago, I knew you were the one. I whisper your name when I do not realize I am doing so and I stare into the stars at night, knowing they cannot compare to your beauty…they do not shine as bright as your soul.

You have taught me so much about this world, and even through the times when darkness covered my world, you were always my shining light.

I love you, Dean Winchester, and I will love you as long as I exist.

Your Guardian Angel and Soul Mate,

Castiel

Dean reread the letter again, smiling as warmth seeped into him. In that moment, he knew where to find his angel. He placed the letter back upon the table beside the rose and walked over to the door. He slowly pushed it open, beaming when his eyes set on the angel sitting upon the pavement of the parking lot.

It was dark outside while the world around them slept peacefully. Dean walked over to Castiel, only to pause when his eyes set upon the wings that sprawled around him, slouching upon the black pavement. He tilted his head slightly, his heart skipping a beat when he realized just how different they appeared. Normally, those wings were bright, glowing white with the colors of rainbows sparkling through the feathers. At the moment, those wings were deep ebony with what appeared to be quick flashes of radiant colors shooting through the feathers like streaks that would sparkle and disappear only for another color to shine through.

He gently sat beside Castiel, whose serene blue eyes gazed up at the stars. Dean stared at his face, memorizing every feature that made Castiel so perfect.

"Cas? What's wrong with your wings?" Dean asked, his voice quiet in the silent night.

Castiel smiled warmly as he turned those piercing blue orbs to meet emerald "Nothing is wrong, Dean," he said, his voice like a whisper in the wind. Dean felt goose bumps prickle up his arms at the sound.

Dean knit his eyebrows as he examined the wings again, which were now lifted and curled around him somewhat. He gently touched his fingers to one of the feathers that was streaking with a glow of carmine red and his heart jumped when he could feel the energy seep into his body before the color disappeared to be replaced by a glowing lilac through another feather.

Dean turned his eyes back to Castiel, whose eyes were back to watching the sky. He followed his gaze and felt a smile creep upon his own face to see the small, faraway beams of light shooting through the sky.

"Meteor shower," Dean whispered, feeling warmth as the angel curled his wings closer around the hunter's body.

"This is what happens to my wings during a meteor shower…my grace becomes in tune with the meteors as they fall," Castiel described "It's such an enchanting feeling."

Dean smiled and turned his eyes back to the ebony wings which were becoming streaked with colors of bright canary yellow that seemed like the sun shining in a midnight sky. He closed his hand into the feathers and caressed them softly as he absorbed the unusually powerful grace that pulsed into his fingertips at each strip that passed through.

Dean watched, mesmerized with such a beauty and his heart thumped in his chest as he took his other hand and closed it around Castiel's jaw line, brushing his thumb along the stubble as he turned the angel to face him.

Castiel willingly locked his intense glowing blue gaze with soft forest green for a moment before he leaned in to touch the silky lips of Dean. He closed his eyes and enveloped in the luxury of this feeling as he was gently pushed onto his back, his wings spreading across the pavement as the hunter took control of the kiss.

Castiel closed his arms around Dean as they lay on their sides, kissing passionately. He couldn't help the purr that sounded from the back of his throat at the utmost enthralling feeling of this night. He had never imagined anything could feel so pure and powerful but holding Dean in his arms and wings while the meteors passed above them was something entirely new to him and he could not imagine it any other way.

Dean reluctantly pulled away from the kiss so he could gaze at his angel. The feeling inside of him was pure bliss as he realized Castiel's wings were curled around him like a down blanket. He smiled warmly as Castiel gave him a soft kiss on the forehead before turning his eyes back to the meteor shower above.

Dean kept his eyes upon the wings, though. The wings that curled around him in the most loving and comforting way, the bright beams of colors striding through the ebony feathers like a rainbow of meteors in the sky. With each streak that passed through, the more intense waves of tingling electricity passed through him. He had never known anything could be so stunning but how could he have thought differently. It was Castiel…his angel…his soul mate. He shouldn't have expected anything less than perfect.

With that thought, he snuggled closer, nuzzling his face into the wings upon the pavement and tightening his grip in the feathers that lay over him. He let out a sigh as he watched the radiant lights. He didn't care that a meteor shower was spraying across the sky. Nothing compared to the beauty and luxury of the wings he curled in. Nothing compared to the perfection of the creature who loved him and he didn't even care how he looked at the moment, curled with Castiel on the pavement. He was happier than he had ever felt in a long time.

"I love you Castiel," he whispered to his angel, never moving his eyes from the midnight wings. He could feel those stunning electric blue eyes on him "I love you too, Dean," Castiel purred and with that, they continued to enjoy each other warm embrace, each in their own world of bliss.

BLAAHHHH I loved writing that!

Reviews would be soooo so much love. I think this is one of my best chapters yet.