003: Theme - Wings

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Theme: WINGS
This could mean wing!sex, wing tattoos, wing grooming, corporeal wings or incorporeal wings. It's up to you to interpret the theme in some way in your prompts.

• ALL PROMPTS MUST FIT THE THEME. ANY PROMPTS THAT DO NOT

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Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[misachan]

Dean chuckles. "I may, huh?" Dean's slowly growing bolder, the massage getting surer and deeper until Castiel's breath comes in soft sighs. "Maybe when you're feeling better."

He wants to tell Dean that he actually is feeling better but falls into the comfortable darkness beyond awareness before words can form.

***

He wakes to Dean's fingers on his cheek. "I'm gonna start up again, okay?"

Castiel groans. "Why did you wake me?"

"'Cause I'd rather do it now than have you come to in the middle of things and panic. I've done that and it's no fun." Castiel supposes he can see the wisdom in that. "You sleeping is weird."

"Were you watching me?"

"...Shut up."

"Hypocrite."

"You snore."

"I do not."

"Not loud, though. Little angel snores."

It finally occurs to Castiel that Dean is having some fun with him. He lays back against the pillows, satisfying himself with his best glare, then glances at Dean's work, examining the rows of neat stitching stretching across his wing. He feels his heart sink at how much left there is to do. "We're truly half way though?"

Dean nods. "Little more than, I think." He picks up the needle again. "Any particular tales of my misspent youth you'd care to hear?"

Castiel swallows hard. The needle seems impossibly large. "I...you mentioned you were wounded by a chupacabra. I'm not certain what that is."

Dean grins. "Miserable goat eating fuckers. Actually dealt with those things twice....."

Castiel lets Dean's words wash over him; the story isn't important and he suspects Dean is making up most of it, anyway. It takes all of his focus to keep his wing still; every instinct screams at him to escape the pain, to fight. He watches Dean's expression grow tight as he concentrates and remembers sculpting each line and imperfection in that face, remembers wrapping flesh and skin around the bones of the hands touching him so carefully now. Dean Winchester has always been his favorite miracle.

He doesn't know he's passed out until he feels Dean's hand tousle through his hair. "Hey," Dean whispers into his ear, "all done. Check out the damage." He opens his eyes and looks at the patches of white swaddled around much of his wing and decides he looks utterly pitiful.

But much more importantly, the pain has dulled to a manageable if throbbing ache and Castiel is so relieved his eyes burn. "Thank you."

Dean is fidgeting, glancing from Castiel's face to his wing and back again. "It's okay? You can tell?"

Castiel stretches his Grace, feeling each seam and stitch but the Grace doesn't rebound. "Yes. You did...." It's overwhelming when Castiel realizes how much care Dean put into saving him. "Thank you," he whispers again.

"Jesus mother fucking Christ," Dean says, and Castiel blinks at that much unexpected blasphemy in one place. "Do not ever make me have to do that again, Cas."

"I would prefer you not have to." He sees dark shadows under Dean's eyes. "You should rest."

Dean shakes his head. "Nah, I'm good." He laughs, a shaky, elated sound. "Way too keyed up. You...."

"Dean."

He sighs. "Dude. You're just gonna zap me and force the issue aren't you."

Castiel nods. He's not sure if he has the energy to do such a thing, but Dean doesn't need to know. He shifts over as much as he can to clear some space on the bed and Dean curls up next to him, tension immediately draining from his shoulders. "Don't go disappearing, okay?"

"I couldn't if I wanted to. And I don't."

Dean nods, his expression already drowsy. "Good." He strokes one hand through the sea of dark feathers just above his head. "How long are you gonna have the wings...what's the word?"

"Manifested."

"That."

"Until the healing has progressed. A few days, at the very least."

"Cool."

Castiel listens as Dean's breathing slowly deepens. After a few minutes to be sure Dean really is asleep he leans over and brushes his lips against Dean's, curious what that would feel like. As his own eyes grow heavy he traces the edge of one feather against Dean's lips, savoring each spark the sensation sends racing toward his spine. He suspects the next few days will be extremely illuminating.

Then his own eyes close and the only sound in the motel is their soft, mingled breathing.

Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[misachan]

Dean taking care of Cas is my bulletproof kink. The prompt called to me. I'm so glad you liked it!

Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[misachan]

Hee! Why shouldn't his wings be pretty, after all?

Thank you!

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Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[gondolin_dima]

Yes, Dean, go and slice them up for what they did to your angel! And then go back, have him fold his wings around you and sleep for three days.
God, I loved this fic so much I can't even think straight and leave you a decent comment.

Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[misachan]

Aw, thank you! At least Dean made it all better.:)

Re: FILLED: Dean/Cas, H/C, Needle and Thread 6/6

[misachan]

Holy shit, this was fantastic! I didn't know so many of my kinks could be hit at once. H/C, medical care, wings... I second the previous comment. Why aren't there more color-changing wings. You rock, and I now need all the fics!

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