Author's Note:

Sorry for my absence guys, been having a shitty few days.

To make up for it ch.46 will be a Cas POV :)

Dean sat and watched the others scarf down his breakfast concoction with more pride than he'd care to admit. "So," he smirked and dug into his own, "everyone happy?"

"Yeah, yeah, you did good," Jet kicked him under the table, Dean didn't skip a beat in kicking right back.

"Sam control your boyfriend!" he cried dramatically when Jet kicked him again, a little war starting under the table.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Would you two behave yourselves?"

Cas looked between them, slight confusion on his face for a moment before he hopped up from his spot and circled around the table. He managed to go unnoticed by Jet enough that when he leaned over the other's shoulder and made a sharp cry Jet jumped out of his chair.

"Gah! Why!?"

Castiel smiled and Dean cheered. "Take that, jerk!"

Jet pushed his hand into his hair and stuck his tongue out at them, "Cheaters,"

"You're just mad Cas scared you," Dean mocked and leaned back to look at Cas, "Thanks buddy."

"You're welcome," Cas kissed him sweetly and went back to his chair, leaving Dean with a light blush on his cheeks.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sat forward properly at the table, "Right… well anyway, after breakfast Cas and I are gonna go outside for a while."

"Can I come?" Desirae piped up with a mouth full of pancakes, her cheeks were puffed up almost as big as her eyes.

"Of course," Cas perked up too, "You can fly with me!"

"Uh," Sam glanced at Dean anxiously then to Jet who wasn't much affected by the news, "You sure, Cas? I mean, she's really small and-"

"I carried Jet," Cas looked at him, not caring too much that he interrupted. "It's safe, don't worry."

Sam smiled, a little nervous but still confident enough to pass. "I guess," he conceded hesitantly, "But try not to freak Dean out this time."

"I already asked him," Cas stated proudly and smiled at Dean. It was such a pure look that Dean couldn't help but smile right back, he couldn't promise that he wouldn't be afraid of seeing Cas so high in the air but he already gave his blessings on the matter. Cas was decent at flight and Dean trusted him. It was scary but he'd have to come to terms with that part of his life now; he was falling in love with a man who had wings and loved to fly. Dean knew there was no way to avoid it, he had to face it and maybe watching Cas do it that morning would help?

"Dean?" Sam looked at him with understandable surprise, "You're okay with that?"

"Yeah, why not?" Dean grinned and silently cursed his terrible poker face. And, to his lack of surprise, Sam didn't show even an ounce of belief.

"Right," his brother was hesitant but didn't bring up his distrust in Dean's demeanor. "Well if you say so, I guess that's about all I need…"

"So I can go?" Desirae looked at Sam hopefully and it clearly caught the younger Winchester off guard. She'd been pretty close to Jet from the start and it seemed that her connection with Cas was growing, Sam wasn't sure what to do when a small child asked him for permission for something. Dean could almost see Sam's gears turning as he tried to process what that could possibly mean. To Desirae it was clear that Sam was uncomfortable with her going flying so she'd ask if it was okay, but that meant if Sam said no she'd possibly listen to that too. Dean wasn't sure what Rae's relationship with Sam was like but he had a feeling she was very aware that her father-figure had a boyfriend, like a second father-figure.

Sam glanced at Jet who just smiled and shrugged, like a 'your call, man' message. "Well," he turned back to Desirae's wide, eager eyes, Dean could tell Sam wasn't at all sure what he should say but he had to make a decision all the same. "Alright," he barely managed to say the word before she cheered and jumped on him.

"Yes! Thank you!" She hugged him and leapt over to Cas' side before Sam could even react, "Let's go, let's go!"

Jet grabbed the back of her dress and hauled her back to her chair, "You finish eating first, short-stuff."

She grumbled but went back to her breakfast all the same; she'd already learned there was no fighting back when Jet demanded something.

As they finished their meal Dean could feel the little bits of tension, both Cas and Desirae were excited to go outside and wanted to leave as soon as possible. They still ate a lot but it went fast, Dean and the others kept a normal pace which only served to irritate their animalistic friends. It seemed akin to torture for Cas especially, he was itching to get out but didn't want to go without Dean. A sharp gaze lingered on Dean as he finished up the last morsels on his plate, chatting casually with Bobby and drinking his coffee. It all took too much time and Cas' body just became more and more tense as the seconds ticked by. It was subtle but a low growl was rumbling in his throat and little noises of displeasure and frustration became more frequent.

"You better get goin'," Bobby chuckled and Dean had to smile, he was well aware of his wingman's growing anxiety.

"Probably," he looked over at Cas, "You ready?"

"Yes! Let's go," Cas hopped up without another second to spare and hurried out of the room and toward the entrance, Desirae was right on his heels.

Dean took a deep breath and got up to follow them, "Here we go…"

"Why'd you say yes if you don't want him to?" Sam asked irritably, Dean knew he meant well but it was still annoying.

"I'm trying to help him, and I like seeing him happy." Dean hurried out before Sam could try to drag on the conversation, he didn't feel like explaining himself. He didn't really know the full reason he said it was okay, what he did know was that if he thought about it too long he'd feel sick. Instead Dean walked out to the yard where Cas and Desirae waited for him, though Rae was a little more excited to be rolling around in the grass.

She did it just like Cas had, enjoying the different feeling and revelling in the freedom. Castiel dropped down with her and rolled about too, he still loved the sensation.

Jet walked up to Dean's side and folded his arms, a smirk on his lips as he took in the sight too, "Sorry 'bout Sam, he's a bit touchy right now."

"Nah, he's just being Sam. But why do you say that?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"Well first off, while you're afraid of flying in general, Sam hates seeing you like that."

"Well… I mean, I knew that," Dean scratched the back of his head and looked back to see that Cas and Rae were still preoccupied with the ground as a whole. He knew Sam wasn't afraid of flying; Sam didn't seem to have as strong a reaction to the loss of their parents that way. Sometimes Dean wondered if Sam remembered them like he did. It didn't always appear that way, Sam was able to move on entirely or at least that's how it looked to Dean. What he did know about Sam's reactions was that every time Dean had a hard time and freaked out over flying, Sam became uneasy too. It was all for Dean though, Sam wouldn't care about flights if Dean weren't involved in some way.

"The second reason he might be snippy is he's kinda pissed at me."

"Already?"

Jet laughed a little, "Yeah, you sound surprised."

Dean tried not to laugh but it was kinda funny to him. "I mean he's always mad at you for one thing or another. What'd you do now?"

"Brought up sex, he wasn't ready for that apparently." Jet shrugged, Dean could tell it didn't really bother him that much.

"You didn't try with Des in the room, did you?" Dean almost regretted asking after seeing the look of disgust on Jet's face.

"Dude,"

"Sorry, just that's the only way I could imagine Sam getting mad at you about sex." He was quick to defend himself and it seemed to do the trick, Jet's expression softened to something more understanding.

"Nah, he was saying we hadn't even had a proper date yet." He scratched his thoughtfully, an earnest expression of confusion showing itself for a brief second. "I kinda get what he means, but we've known each other for years. Should be easy, shouldn't it?"

Dean snorted out a laugh, "Dude, Sam still wants to be romanced a little bit. Don't just jump into old married couple status."

"Good point."

"I thought you were good at this shit?" he prodded playfully and enjoyed seeing his friend's scrunched up face before a reply was shouted back at him.

"Not when it comes to Sam, okay!?" It was practically cartoonish and made Dean laugh all the more.

"Dee!" Cas called and interrupted them, "I'm going to fly now, okay?"

Dean blinked in some surprise but nodded his understanding all the same. He knew he'd never be ready but he kinda appreciated Cas' continual check for approval. It was a bit odd, mostly because he wasn't Cas' guardian and didn't think permission was his to 'give' to Castiel. Regardless though he made sure to treat those scenarios with respect, Cas was a person and he refused to be a piece of shit about it.

Cas picked Desirae up and took to the air without much effort at all. It was astounding to see the kind of strength those wings held, to be able to lift Cas' body weight off the ground so quickly could only be done with serious strength.

"He's got amazing control," Jet commented as Dean's stomach slowly turned itself inside out. "When he took me for a ride I noticed he could take the craziest turns, he picks up quite a bit of speed too. One of these days we'll have to see how fast he can go."

"Yeah," Dean felt sweat already beading on his forehead as he watched Castiel's form, it was graceful but very high. Cas was being gentle with Desirae, his flight wasn't as erratic as it had been with Jet so Dean didn't feel quite as horrific as then. However he worries were about Jet at the time, now he was concerned about Cas more than anything else. Cas had become so important to him, he could imagine all the worst scenarios in an instant. What if something in Cas' DNA suddenly changed and he couldn't think and crashed into something? What if Cas had a seizure and fell? What if he didn't pay attention to where he was going and made a mistake? What if his wings suddenly gave out? What if-

"Dean, man you look like hell." Jet grabbed his shoulder and broke his train of thought.

"I'm fine," he breathed and wiped his brow, "Just a little worried."

"A little, huh?" Jet looked up at the two in the air, "They're fine, try to chill alright?"

Dean didn't respond, he was tense and staring with an intensity he couldn't pinpoint the end of. Jet was quiet for a little, most likely thinking about what to say to him until he finally came up with something.

"So you remember my idea about how to get Cas into public, right?"

"The stupid backpack thing?" Dean looked at him skeptically, silently thankful for a distraction.

Jet's expression fell flat as did his tone for a second, "Yeah, the stupid backpack thing. Except now it'll use an actual harness like rock climbing. We'll hook it up to make it look like the wings are an attachment and not real, he just has to focus on not moving them."

"I don't know, that sounds like we'd do a lot of explaining." Dean touched his fingers to his chin as he thought it over, "Maybe we could just use a big jacket or something?"

"He'd look like the fuckin' Hunchback of Notre Dame." Jet raised an eyebrow, his lips in a slight pout, "I got one of those too though, just in case Cas hated the harness idea."

"You know Cas doesn't like the harness idea."

"We don't know that for sure, this one's gonna be way more comfortable." He grumpily turned away from Dean, "Besides, his wings are too big to stuff comfortably under a coat anyway."

"You don't know that for sure," Dean kinda enjoyed taking Jet's stupid arguments and using it against him right back. It always got the funniest expression of annoyance from his bro. "But I appreciate that you're trying, thanks man."

"I'm doing it for Cas," Jet replied defiantly with a light punch to Dean's arm, "But you're welcome."

"Any ideas for Desirae?"

Jet faltered and shrugged, "Not quite… I mean there are headbands for her ears as long as she doesn't move them. I could pretend the tail is part of a belt. But she's got fur all the way up to her knuckles, plus her hair turns into fur along her neck. I noticed that her legs are getting fuzzy in a few spots too, at least down to the knee on the outside."

"You'll think of something," Dean pat him on the shoulder.