wings
Castiel's wings were giant -- a good three times the size that Dean had thought they'd be. Of course, all Dean had seen of them previously was a shadow that had been cast across an old and battered barn house. Now, however, Dean had to physically stop himself from stepping away from the angel and gaping.
His wings were blue, but not in-your-face blue (for that, Dean was grateful. He wanted to take this moment seriously). It was like seeing the sky captured in each feather, with mottled clouds dusting along the very tips and across the bone. Castiel shifted, tilting his head to the side and watching Dean with scrutiny. His naked shoulders were tense, waiting for the response. Dean cleared his throat, suddenly feeling far too underdressed for the occasion. He stepped forward, reaching out for the nearest wing.
Instead of reaching his wing out, Castiel jerked it back - eyes wide with surprise. Dean shrugged, "I thought they'd be soft... like a bird, right?"
Castiel's wing slowly lowered from its defensive position and the angel scowled. "I'm not a bird, Dean." He said. Dean laughed weakly and shrugged.
"I wasn't saying you were a bird, I just meant - nevermind."
Castiel may have been hiding a smile at that point, as his wing inched closer to Dean, feathers brushing against the human's knuckles. Dean brought his hand up to stroke a finger down one of the flight feathers, eyes never once leaving Castiel's.
"They're not an erogenous zone, Dean. They're wings." Castiel rumbled, somehow having read Dean's thought in an instant. Dean laughed softly and gave the angel a one-shouldered shrug.
"Hey man, you never know."
Castiel hummed in response, turning around so that Dean could see where the wings connected into Castiel's back. It wasn't really a connection, so much as fading into skin.
"The glands, however. are."
His wings were blue, but not in-your-face blue (for that, Dean was grateful. He wanted to take this moment seriously). It was like seeing the sky captured in each feather, with mottled clouds dusting along the very tips and across the bone. Castiel shifted, tilting his head to the side and watching Dean with scrutiny. His naked shoulders were tense, waiting for the response. Dean cleared his throat, suddenly feeling far too underdressed for the occasion. He stepped forward, reaching out for the nearest wing.
Instead of reaching his wing out, Castiel jerked it back - eyes wide with surprise. Dean shrugged, "I thought they'd be soft... like a bird, right?"
Castiel's wing slowly lowered from its defensive position and the angel scowled. "I'm not a bird, Dean." He said. Dean laughed weakly and shrugged.
"I wasn't saying you were a bird, I just meant - nevermind."
Castiel may have been hiding a smile at that point, as his wing inched closer to Dean, feathers brushing against the human's knuckles. Dean brought his hand up to stroke a finger down one of the flight feathers, eyes never once leaving Castiel's.
"They're not an erogenous zone, Dean. They're wings." Castiel rumbled, somehow having read Dean's thought in an instant. Dean laughed softly and gave the angel a one-shouldered shrug.
"Hey man, you never know."
Castiel hummed in response, turning around so that Dean could see where the wings connected into Castiel's back. It wasn't really a connection, so much as fading into skin.
"The glands, however. are."