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Ugh, I give up.
20. Fly
"Hey, I love this song!" Dean said. "Turn it up, Sammy!"
Sam rolled his eyes but smiled and turned the radio in the library up. Dean began to bop along and sing with the music, despite being a horrible singer.
"I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky!"
Castiel froze from where he was reading and slowly looked up at Dean, who had his arms outstretched as though this somehow gave him wings.
"I think about it every night and day! Spread my wings and fly away!"
A sudden shard of pain stabbed into Castiel's heart. If only he could spread his wings and fly…but he couldn't. He had given up his wings for Dean, a decision he had yet to regret, but he still did terribly miss the feeling of flying and rustling feathers.
"I believe I can soar! I see me running through that open door! I believe I can fly!"
Castiel quickly looked back down at his book to hide the look on his face.
"Hey, Cas! Come and flap along!" Dean called, flapping his arm in a demented manner. Castiel just ignored him. Dean seemed to sense that something was wrong because the smile dropped from his face and he stopped singing.
"What's up, Cas?" He plopped down into a seat next to Castiel. Sam hurriedly excused himself to make a sandwich and disappeared.
"Nothing," Castiel said gruffly.
"Don't give me that bull," Dean said. "I'm not an idiot, Cas. It's the song, isn't it? It reminds you of your angel mojo."
Castiel shrugged uncomfortably, a little unnerved at how well Dean could read him.
"Cas? Do you regret giving up your grace?" Dean said quietly. This time Castiel did look up and his head whipped around to face Dean.
"No!" he exclaimed firmly, taking Dean's hand. "Do not ever think that I regret giving up my grace for you, Dean! I love you!"
"But you miss it," Dean said. Castiel sighed and nodded.
"Sometimes," he said. "I miss flying. I miss spreading my wings and flying away and soaring up high. I used to fly among the stars…and now I am bound to earth. But despite my personal woes, do not ever think that there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Dean!"
Dean gave him a small grin.
"Right back at ya, Cas," he said. "Enough of this chick flick moment! Sammy, make me a burger! I'm starved!"
"Get it yourself, lazy ass!" Sam shouted back from the kitchen. Dean rolled his eyes and Castiel chuckled.
"C'mon, Cas," Dean said. "Let's go annoy Sammy for burgers."
He pulled Castiel up from his chair and towards the kitchen. Castiel closed his eyes and imagined his big black wings unfurling behind him. Just because he no longer had them physically did not mean that he didn't have them at all. Dean was his wings and when he was with Dean, he could soar and touch the sky.
With Dean, he could fly.