Just Can't Get Enough -- 6/?
Title: Just Can't Get Enough
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: um, fluff? i guess.
Word Count: 2100
If there was anything Dean hated more then flying, it was definitely rain. Now, he could stand showers, since it was a pretty controlled area; he could change the way the water came out of the shower head and the water was warm.
He hated the cold rain; cold weather always made his wing joints ache, but cold rain.. cold rain was the worst.
So here he was, staring forlornly out the door of the school. Mostly everyone was gone, either home or in after school activities. The older Winchester groaned as he pressed his head against the door jam. At least there was cover over the stairs, which Sam and Jo stood. It seemed no one else had this problem. At first he thought it was a halfer thing, but Sam didn't seem all that effected. His little brother's wings would just shiver slightly at the cold rain, but was pretty much fine. So maybe it was just him. Well that made him feel so much better.
But now in their predicament, as Dean tapped the tip of the umbrella against the concrete, he couldn't stop glaring at the back of his siblings heads. They did this on purpose. That has to be it. They knew it was going to rain today, so why was Dean the only one who brought his umbrella. He knew Sam and Jo were smarter then that, so what was up with that? They knew one of them would always crowd close to Dean when it rained so they could also cover his wings with their umbrella.
“What are you guys still doing here?” The voice made Dean turn, staring at blue eyes as he took a step to the side so Castiel exit the school.
Castiel had taken up an after school activity, Dean honestly forgot what it was. Debate or something. Boring. So on the days when he stayed, the others would leave before him, even if Dean had wanted to stay and wait for him. He didn't want the others to make up all these ridiculous excuses and reasons.
“Uh,” Dean said, at a loss of words. Luckily, Sam came to his rescue.
“We forgot our umbrellas, except for Dean. So we're waiting it out for his sake.”
Well he could have left out that last part, Dean glared at his brother, frowning deeply.
Cas looked at Dean quizzically, head tipping to the side just slightly. He looked cute when he did that.
Wait, did he just use the word cute to describe one of Cas' quirks? Dean would probably hit his head against the wall if he knew he could get away with it. Because okay, yeah he thought that way about the angel, but he'd never say so out loud. So maybe it was okay if he said these things in his head.
“Why do you have to wait? It's not raining that bad.”
Dean still felt like there was a lump in his throat he was trying to swallow, so once again, a sibling spoke for him.
“He has sensitive wings,” Jo chirped bluntly. “He gets poor achey wings when it's cold or raining. And since it's both, that's like, doubt the ache.” She loved teasing Dean when she could get the chance.
The halfer rolled his eyes, but couldn't really argue, since it was true. But it wasn't like he wanted to go around telling everyone that. Maybe someone would be brave enough to make fun of him for it, which would give Dean the excuse to clock someone in the face.
Cas nodded in understanding, which Dean wasn't expecting, or was he?
“So you need another umbrella over your wings, and usually one of your siblings do it. And since they forgot theirs, you have to wait for the rain to stop,” the angel hummed. “I could cover your wings with my umbrella, if you'd like.”
“Yeah.” Dean finally spoke, “Or we'll have to call our parents. I mean, I can call my mom and have her come if you're in a hurry. It's not big deal.”
“Dean it's okay, I'm not in a hurry. I wouldn't want to leave you stranded here.” The smile on Cas' face caused warmth to spread on Dean's cheeks, making him lowering his head some.
“Okay, then me and Sam are just going to run home.” His sister said, tugging on Sam's arm to get the other halfer to stand. Once they had their bags on their shoulders, they quickly fled, but not before shooting Dean a grin.
Dean gritted his teeth as he watched the leave, green eyes glancing over to the angel who was staring back at him. “Come on then,” he grumbled, opening his umbrella.
Castiel followed suit, standing right next to Dean. Close enough to where their shoulders were brushing.
The angel's umbrella was big enough to where it covered half of Dean's umbrella, and his wings, and still had enough to cover the angel's body.
It was a little wobbly when they started down the stairs but once they leveled out, it went pretty smoothly. It was pretty quiet as they walked, the only sound was their shoes against the wet ground and the rain falling on their umbrella and the world around them.
As they continued on, Dean couldn't help but notice that despite the good amount of room the angel had left under his umbrella, he was still gravitating closer to Dean. It got to the point where their sides were now flush. Not that Dean minded. It was nice and warm.
It didn't last long though, because when Dean chanced another look at the angel, the tip of his foot got caught in a small hole in the sidewalk. His wings flailed as he took another step, like they knew immediately what was going to happen.
Cas had taken another step before realizing what happened, stopping and turning around.
“Dean!” He dropped this umbrella and went back to him, kneeling at his side to place a hand on his shoulder.
The halfer had only bumped his chin heard enough to where it throbbed and was probably red-might bruise later-but he could feel the heat taking over his face, as well as the cold rain on both sides of him. Well things couldn't get anymore embarrassing.
“Dean.. are you all right?” The angel questioned, frowning some as he pressed against Dean's shoulder to get him to at least sit up.
A part of Dean just wanted to say 'I don't think I can make it, save yourself'. But that would probably be a bit dramatic. He willed his face to stop being so hot before he finally sat up, feeling, soggy, and pathetic now. Castiel couldn't help but give a small smile, Dean scowled.
“Come on, we're close to your house. You can make it,” the angel prompted, hoping it would get Dean moving again. He could understand that the other male was embarrassed, but he hoped it would get played off as a funny moment, despite the dejected, miserable look the halfer was sporting as he allowed Castiel to help him up.
“Stupid hole,” Dean grumbled darkly, fixing his book bag and picking up his umbrella. It was almost pointless now, but he stood moved it over himself when his wings spasmed lightly against his back. He was cold and wet now, something he didn't really like, unless it was a shower. He was going to have to run his wings under warm water now.
“Yes, stupid hole.” Castiel agreed, chuckled.
“Seriously man,” Dean made a noise in his throat as he kept his eyes on the ground, wary now. He wasn't going to chance another look at the angel until they were safely on his porch.
When they finally reached his house, they left their umbrellas outside. Dean dropped his book bag to the floor in the foyer, shucking off his coat and shoes.
“Sam, Jo,” Dean called out, shaking his wings some, groaning slightly at the small ache that was starting to build up.
“I don't think they're here,” he heard Castiel say off to the side. He turned and looked at the angel holding a piece of paper on it. “This says they went to 'Andy's house.”
Dean tsked before moving towards the staircase, motioning a hand for Cas to follow. Those two brats must have done this on purpose as well. He almost forgot how sneaky they could be.
Cas stared at him for a moment from the bottom of the stairs, “Are you sure?”
Dean sighed, “Yeah dude, come on.”
So the angel followed quietly, even as Dean stepped into the bathroom. The halfer moved over to the shower and turned it on. He placed a few towels on the floor and took off both of his shirts.
He noticed Cas was staring as he sat down on the side of the bathtub, hand checking the temperature of the water.
“You can sit down, you know..” Once the water was just right, he maneuvered his wings under the spray, sighing loudly as the warm water washed over the feathers. He looked back over to the other and noticed he was still standing.
They stared at each other for a moment and without thinking, Castiel moved in front of Dean and dropped to his knees, hands moving up to grasp the halfer's knees and spread them so he could ease forward.
The action caused Dean to lean back some, green eyes wide as his hands gripped the side of the tub. He breathing picked up and he could pretty much hear his heartbeat going crazy now as he stared unblinking into blue eyes.
“Uh, C-Cas?” Of course, Dean had always imagined something like this, but to have it actually happen? It was like his brain was melting from the heat that he once again felt growing on his face. And leave it to the angel to have complete control over his own facial expression, which is pretty blank right now.
Castiel's hands left the halfer's knees and cupped both sides of Dean's face. Dean almost pulled out of the hold, but if he moved back anymore, he'd slip into the bathtub, and he's already had one embarrassing moment, thank you. He swallowed the lump in this throat, eyes never leaving Cas', no matter how hard he wanted to close them.
Movement over Cas' shoulder finally made him look away from the other's eyes. The angel's dark wings were fluffing up some and he felt his give a subtle twitch.
Then he felt dry, chapped-but no doubt warm-lips pressing against his, his eyes closed at the contact. He felt his heart beat pick up some. Even after the lips left, the taste of the angel lingered Dean licked his bottom lip as the body in front of him pressed closer, Castiel's chin resting on his shoulder and his hands leaving his face to moving up and under Dean's arms to run fingers against the soft, wet feathers at the base of his wings.
A small noise came from Dean as he buried his face into Cas' shoulder, like he was trying to hide now. Castiel felt the wings shudder at his touch, drawing closer.
After a few moments like that, they finally separated. Dean turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry his wings with. He almost couldn't meet the angel's eyes, but when he did, he felt warmth bubbling in his chest.
Cas helped dry his wings at the parts he couldn't quite reach and helped the halfer stand. The towels and Dean's shirt left forgotten on the floor as he followed him to his room, but stopped at the door to allow Dean to change into something dry. Despite his earlier actions, Castiel still wanted Dean to have his own privacy. And when the door opened and revealed Dean in a pair of sweat pants, the halfer tugged him into the room, shutting the door behind him.
He was able to remove his own damp shirt and jeans, before being pulled onto the bed. This time it was dean who pushed forward to kiss the angel, though still a bit hesitant, making Castiel lay on his back. Then Dean moved up, careful of the angel's wing and laid himself half on, half off the other. His head rested on Cas' shoulder, his wing draping over them like a blanket.
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, High School!AU, pretty much Every One Has Wings!AU if you'd much prefer that.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: um, fluff? i guess.
Word Count: 2100
If there was anything Dean hated more then flying, it was definitely rain. Now, he could stand showers, since it was a pretty controlled area; he could change the way the water came out of the shower head and the water was warm.
He hated the cold rain; cold weather always made his wing joints ache, but cold rain.. cold rain was the worst.
So here he was, staring forlornly out the door of the school. Mostly everyone was gone, either home or in after school activities. The older Winchester groaned as he pressed his head against the door jam. At least there was cover over the stairs, which Sam and Jo stood. It seemed no one else had this problem. At first he thought it was a halfer thing, but Sam didn't seem all that effected. His little brother's wings would just shiver slightly at the cold rain, but was pretty much fine. So maybe it was just him. Well that made him feel so much better.
But now in their predicament, as Dean tapped the tip of the umbrella against the concrete, he couldn't stop glaring at the back of his siblings heads. They did this on purpose. That has to be it. They knew it was going to rain today, so why was Dean the only one who brought his umbrella. He knew Sam and Jo were smarter then that, so what was up with that? They knew one of them would always crowd close to Dean when it rained so they could also cover his wings with their umbrella.
“What are you guys still doing here?” The voice made Dean turn, staring at blue eyes as he took a step to the side so Castiel exit the school.
Castiel had taken up an after school activity, Dean honestly forgot what it was. Debate or something. Boring. So on the days when he stayed, the others would leave before him, even if Dean had wanted to stay and wait for him. He didn't want the others to make up all these ridiculous excuses and reasons.
“Uh,” Dean said, at a loss of words. Luckily, Sam came to his rescue.
“We forgot our umbrellas, except for Dean. So we're waiting it out for his sake.”
Well he could have left out that last part, Dean glared at his brother, frowning deeply.
Cas looked at Dean quizzically, head tipping to the side just slightly. He looked cute when he did that.
Wait, did he just use the word cute to describe one of Cas' quirks? Dean would probably hit his head against the wall if he knew he could get away with it. Because okay, yeah he thought that way about the angel, but he'd never say so out loud. So maybe it was okay if he said these things in his head.
“Why do you have to wait? It's not raining that bad.”
Dean still felt like there was a lump in his throat he was trying to swallow, so once again, a sibling spoke for him.
“He has sensitive wings,” Jo chirped bluntly. “He gets poor achey wings when it's cold or raining. And since it's both, that's like, doubt the ache.” She loved teasing Dean when she could get the chance.
The halfer rolled his eyes, but couldn't really argue, since it was true. But it wasn't like he wanted to go around telling everyone that. Maybe someone would be brave enough to make fun of him for it, which would give Dean the excuse to clock someone in the face.
Cas nodded in understanding, which Dean wasn't expecting, or was he?
“So you need another umbrella over your wings, and usually one of your siblings do it. And since they forgot theirs, you have to wait for the rain to stop,” the angel hummed. “I could cover your wings with my umbrella, if you'd like.”
“Yeah.” Dean finally spoke, “Or we'll have to call our parents. I mean, I can call my mom and have her come if you're in a hurry. It's not big deal.”
“Dean it's okay, I'm not in a hurry. I wouldn't want to leave you stranded here.” The smile on Cas' face caused warmth to spread on Dean's cheeks, making him lowering his head some.
“Okay, then me and Sam are just going to run home.” His sister said, tugging on Sam's arm to get the other halfer to stand. Once they had their bags on their shoulders, they quickly fled, but not before shooting Dean a grin.
Dean gritted his teeth as he watched the leave, green eyes glancing over to the angel who was staring back at him. “Come on then,” he grumbled, opening his umbrella.
Castiel followed suit, standing right next to Dean. Close enough to where their shoulders were brushing.
The angel's umbrella was big enough to where it covered half of Dean's umbrella, and his wings, and still had enough to cover the angel's body.
It was a little wobbly when they started down the stairs but once they leveled out, it went pretty smoothly. It was pretty quiet as they walked, the only sound was their shoes against the wet ground and the rain falling on their umbrella and the world around them.
As they continued on, Dean couldn't help but notice that despite the good amount of room the angel had left under his umbrella, he was still gravitating closer to Dean. It got to the point where their sides were now flush. Not that Dean minded. It was nice and warm.
It didn't last long though, because when Dean chanced another look at the angel, the tip of his foot got caught in a small hole in the sidewalk. His wings flailed as he took another step, like they knew immediately what was going to happen.
Cas had taken another step before realizing what happened, stopping and turning around.
“Dean!” He dropped this umbrella and went back to him, kneeling at his side to place a hand on his shoulder.
The halfer had only bumped his chin heard enough to where it throbbed and was probably red-might bruise later-but he could feel the heat taking over his face, as well as the cold rain on both sides of him. Well things couldn't get anymore embarrassing.
“Dean.. are you all right?” The angel questioned, frowning some as he pressed against Dean's shoulder to get him to at least sit up.
A part of Dean just wanted to say 'I don't think I can make it, save yourself'. But that would probably be a bit dramatic. He willed his face to stop being so hot before he finally sat up, feeling, soggy, and pathetic now. Castiel couldn't help but give a small smile, Dean scowled.
“Come on, we're close to your house. You can make it,” the angel prompted, hoping it would get Dean moving again. He could understand that the other male was embarrassed, but he hoped it would get played off as a funny moment, despite the dejected, miserable look the halfer was sporting as he allowed Castiel to help him up.
“Stupid hole,” Dean grumbled darkly, fixing his book bag and picking up his umbrella. It was almost pointless now, but he stood moved it over himself when his wings spasmed lightly against his back. He was cold and wet now, something he didn't really like, unless it was a shower. He was going to have to run his wings under warm water now.
“Yes, stupid hole.” Castiel agreed, chuckled.
“Seriously man,” Dean made a noise in his throat as he kept his eyes on the ground, wary now. He wasn't going to chance another look at the angel until they were safely on his porch.
When they finally reached his house, they left their umbrellas outside. Dean dropped his book bag to the floor in the foyer, shucking off his coat and shoes.
“Sam, Jo,” Dean called out, shaking his wings some, groaning slightly at the small ache that was starting to build up.
“I don't think they're here,” he heard Castiel say off to the side. He turned and looked at the angel holding a piece of paper on it. “This says they went to 'Andy's house.”
Dean tsked before moving towards the staircase, motioning a hand for Cas to follow. Those two brats must have done this on purpose as well. He almost forgot how sneaky they could be.
Cas stared at him for a moment from the bottom of the stairs, “Are you sure?”
Dean sighed, “Yeah dude, come on.”
So the angel followed quietly, even as Dean stepped into the bathroom. The halfer moved over to the shower and turned it on. He placed a few towels on the floor and took off both of his shirts.
He noticed Cas was staring as he sat down on the side of the bathtub, hand checking the temperature of the water.
“You can sit down, you know..” Once the water was just right, he maneuvered his wings under the spray, sighing loudly as the warm water washed over the feathers. He looked back over to the other and noticed he was still standing.
They stared at each other for a moment and without thinking, Castiel moved in front of Dean and dropped to his knees, hands moving up to grasp the halfer's knees and spread them so he could ease forward.
The action caused Dean to lean back some, green eyes wide as his hands gripped the side of the tub. He breathing picked up and he could pretty much hear his heartbeat going crazy now as he stared unblinking into blue eyes.
“Uh, C-Cas?” Of course, Dean had always imagined something like this, but to have it actually happen? It was like his brain was melting from the heat that he once again felt growing on his face. And leave it to the angel to have complete control over his own facial expression, which is pretty blank right now.
Castiel's hands left the halfer's knees and cupped both sides of Dean's face. Dean almost pulled out of the hold, but if he moved back anymore, he'd slip into the bathtub, and he's already had one embarrassing moment, thank you. He swallowed the lump in this throat, eyes never leaving Cas', no matter how hard he wanted to close them.
Movement over Cas' shoulder finally made him look away from the other's eyes. The angel's dark wings were fluffing up some and he felt his give a subtle twitch.
Then he felt dry, chapped-but no doubt warm-lips pressing against his, his eyes closed at the contact. He felt his heart beat pick up some. Even after the lips left, the taste of the angel lingered Dean licked his bottom lip as the body in front of him pressed closer, Castiel's chin resting on his shoulder and his hands leaving his face to moving up and under Dean's arms to run fingers against the soft, wet feathers at the base of his wings.
A small noise came from Dean as he buried his face into Cas' shoulder, like he was trying to hide now. Castiel felt the wings shudder at his touch, drawing closer.
After a few moments like that, they finally separated. Dean turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry his wings with. He almost couldn't meet the angel's eyes, but when he did, he felt warmth bubbling in his chest.
Cas helped dry his wings at the parts he couldn't quite reach and helped the halfer stand. The towels and Dean's shirt left forgotten on the floor as he followed him to his room, but stopped at the door to allow Dean to change into something dry. Despite his earlier actions, Castiel still wanted Dean to have his own privacy. And when the door opened and revealed Dean in a pair of sweat pants, the halfer tugged him into the room, shutting the door behind him.
He was able to remove his own damp shirt and jeans, before being pulled onto the bed. This time it was dean who pushed forward to kiss the angel, though still a bit hesitant, making Castiel lay on his back. Then Dean moved up, careful of the angel's wing and laid himself half on, half off the other. His head rested on Cas' shoulder, his wing draping over them like a blanket.