Castiel's POV

Castiel only managed to get to the living room before Dean grabbed him, throwing him into the nearest wall. The green-eyed boy ignored the angel's whimpers of pain as his wings twisted strangely underneath him, his arm pressing against his collar bones.

"What the hell did you mean by that?" Dean growled, sending a shiver down Castiel's spine. The hunter sure could be intimidating.

"It was a joke." Castiel spat, attempting to sound just as strong. Dean's expression didn't waver. It was clear he didn't believe the angel.

"Cut the bullshit Cas. What the hell were you talking about?" Dean spat back, his eyes livid. Castiel didn't notice them though. He was distracted by the way Dean's jaw clenched.

"It's what Sam and I were talking about. I did it as a prank to freak you out, for him." Castiel lied, returning his gaze to those amazingly green orbs of Dean's.  The man looked like he wanted to say something, but after a moment, he just stiffly nodded and released Castiel, allowing the angel to stretch his sore wings with a wince.

"Couldn't you have been a bit more gentle, Dean?" Castiel muttered, though his voice held the same tone that his normal speech did. Dean only smirked, running his hand along the wings in apology. Of course, Castiel had to bite his lip from letting out a moan as his fingers brushed his sensitive feathers.

"Don't freak me out like that then." Dean retorted and Castiel rolled his eyes, stretching before walking over to his dresser and pulling out clothes. Dean furrowed his eyebrows, leaning against the wall beside him.

"So are you gay?" Dean questioned, making Castiel freeze for just a moment. He looked at Dean emotionlessly, making the hunter fidget a bit. "It's just that you said all those things about soul mates, but you never said that you yourself was attracted to guys."

Castiel let out a sigh, turning back to the dresser. "In your world, yes. I'm considered homosexual. I tend to find more attraction to males. In heaven, souls are genderless, so the body you left behind does not necessarily represent what you actually are. Just like if I had chosen a female vessel instead of this one, I would be straight." The angel explained, glancing back at Dean and watching as he contemplated what Castiel had said.

"So if a person were to fall in love with an angel-"

"You wouldn't be gay or straight, as we have no concept of those terms. You love who you want." Castiel cut in and finished for him. Dean seemed to like this explanation, as a small smile crossed his face.

"What are you doing anyway?" Dean asked as Castiel pulled out some clothes. Castiel let out a soft growl, rolling his eyes.

"Well, Winchester, I'm getting clothes out so I can at least make it to my afternoon classes, as I'm not lazy and a skipper." Castiel said, a slightly teasing tone coming into his voice.

"Hey! I'll have you know,  I'm not lazy at all! I saved your ass didn't I?" Dean retorted, making Castiel laugh just a little. He couldn't help it when Dean had that defensive look on his face.

"Yeah yeah, now let me go to class in peace." Castiel replied, sliding off his pants and pulling his normal ones on. He felt Dean staring at him, but didn't think about it as he first pulled his feathers as close as he could to the muscle and started wiggling it through the hole in his shirt.

He was certainly having trouble. His wings, although completely healed, had stiffened around the joint and muscles from lack of use, making it hard to flex them like they normally did. He grunted in frustration, the joint was stuck.

He felt Dean's warm hands take the joint, guiding it through. Castiel shivered, looking back at Dean. "Dean" Castiel said in a warning, but Dean didn't notice his flustered state as he guided the rest of the wing through.

"Do you need help with the other one too?" Dean asked kindly, and Castiel nodded, not trusting his voice. Dean once again slid his hand onto the wing, helping it through the shirt. Castiel took slow breaths,  focusing on anything but the feeling shooting down his spine. He thought that he would have made it, until Dean accidentally brushed his downy feathers.

Castiel grabbed Dean pushing him into the nearest wall and pinning him there, his head hanging and his breathing erratic. He was thankful that he managed to stop Dean from touching him any longer, though he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Sorry, but I can get the rest on my own." Castiel said, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't raise his head, knowing that Dean would see the lust in his eyes instantly.

"Did I hurt you?" Dean asked, worry in his voice. Castiel felt guilty, making the boy feel like he had done something wrong, and shook his head, biting his lip. His wings began fluttering in the trap, still only half way through the hole. He knew that if he didn't hurry it up, the trapped feeling would cause him to panic.

He slowly pushed off the wall, ignoring Dean's concerning voice as he kept his head down and kept his back to the hunter, slowly working his wing through. He bit his lip at the frustration it took, but he finally got it, and threw on his trenchcoat before heading for the bathroom.

He shut the door and locked it behind him, leaning against it for extra measure as he heard Dean pace just outside the door. His jeans felt very uncomfortable and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down, palming himself through the cloth. He bit his lip to stop from letting out a groan, his eyes snapping open as Dean knocked on the door.

"You okay in there, Cas?" Dean asked, though his voice only served to make Castiel even more frustrated. Damn that hunter and his amazing voice!

"I'm fine." Castiel managed to say calmly, though his mind and body was in a turmoil. He slid to the floor, never once removing his hand from his jeans, pressing down to try and stifle the feeling.

"Are you sure, because you just started acting weird all of the sudden." Dean said, and Castiel let out a groan, biting his lip harder. He could feel tears prick the back of his eyes.

"Please Dean! Just, ah... just s-stop talking!" Castiel choked out, his throat feeling unreasonably tight. He couldn't control his need to unbutton his pants, sliding his hands into them and palming himself through his boxers needily.

Dean seemed to respect Castiel's pleas, as he stayed quiet, but Castiel could feel his presence on the other side of the door, and maybe that's what drove the angel insane. He was so close to touch the human that managed to do this to him, but he was unable to.

He slammed his head on the back of the door, the sound startling Dean into a yelp. Castiel didn't notice though, because he was becoming more and more desperate. "Dean" Castiel whimpered, tears beginning to fall. He didn't know how to handle this. He was an angel. He never experienced these urges before.

"Cas? Are you crying?! Let me in, okay?" Dean said, his worry making his voice so much more tempting, and Castiel could barely contain the sobs coming from his body. But even in this frustrated state, a bit of amusement flickered through his brain. I seem to hide from him in the bathroom a lot.

"I can't!" Castiel forgot about his little amusing thought as another wave of frustration rolled through him, making him kick the wall as he palmed himself more. He felt like he was going to explode.

"I want to help you Cas, but I can't if you won't let me." Dean urged gently, and Castiel almost lost it right there. He let out another whimper, slamming his head back against the door again as a shiver traveled down his spine.

"You can't help me with this! Please, just trust me!" Castiel spat, his frustrations becoming heavier and heavier, until he felt like he was choking on it. He couldn't handle it and shakily reached a hand up, unlocking the door and scrambling away, making sure Dean couldn't see his face nor hands when he opened the door.

"Cas?" Dean whispered as the door slowly creaked open. Castiel felt another sob reach his throat, but held it back, quivering. When did the floor get so cold? When did his fingers feel so hot? "Cas, can I come closer?"

Castiel shook his head fiercely. He was glad Dean had asked instead of acted. Castiel let the sob punch out of his body, hunching over and clasping his free hand to his mouth. This damn vessel was so troublesome sometimes.

"Cas?! What's going on? Are you hurt?!" Dean asked, a bit of panic in his voice. Castiel shook his head, sobs escaping as he tried to speak.

"I don't know what to do." Castiel whimpered, his hand tightening involuntarily and making him shudder. "I...this...being a human is so hard!" Castiel couldn't control the sobs at this point, his wings draping over him and covering everything but his head from Dean's view. The hunter slowly crept closer until he was directly behind Castiel and crouched beside the sitting boy.

"Hey, it's okay." Dean whispered comfortingly, reaching out and running his fingers through Castiel's hair comfortingly. The angel only cried harder, the touch sending electricity through his body.

"Please, I just want it to stop." Castiel whimpered, and he could almost hear the panic that came from Dean's mind. The angel knew that it sounded worse than he meant, but he couldn't bother rephrasing his words.

"Hey, how about we get you into some comfortable clothes and let you rest for today? At least until you feel better." Dean said, his voice holding a bit of worry and desperation. Castiel slowly nodded, his thoughts becoming thick as he forced himself to stop touching himself through his boxers and rebutton his pants, almost making another sob come through as more frustration joined on top of the rest.

Dean helped him to his feet, though Castiel kept his wings tightly wrapped around him, and led him to the bedroom, where he found sweatpants in one of the drawers, walking back over.

"Let's get your wings out of that shirt, okay?" Dean said gently, moving behind Castiel to get better access. The angel slowly pulled his wings back, shakily pulling the shirt over his head and arms. Dean slowly worked the cloth of his black wings, miraculously avoiding the sensitive parts as the shirt fell to the floor.

He circled back around to the front, only to pause when he saw Castiel's obvious 'problem'. "Uh, Cas..." Castiel bit his lip, trying to cover himself and beginning to cry again.

"Don't look at me!" Castiel cried, turning away from Dean and pulling his wings together to cover himself again. Now Dean was going to be disgusted with him and his awkward body reactions. He bit his lip until he was sure he could taste blood, but didn’t notice. It wasn’t as if he could feel pain anywhere but his wings.

“Is this why you’re crying?” Dean asked after a moment of silence. Castiel felt his blood boil as he hear...amusement?! He turned around, his eyes livid.

“Dean Winchester! Are you laughing at me?!” Castiel spat, watching as Dean’s face cracked into a smile, a chuckle escaping his lips. Castiel pouted, wiping his tears away angrily as more fell. “You’re so rude!”

“I’m sorry, Cas. I just didn’t expect you not to know how to handle this.” Dean said, obviously in a much better mood now that he knew that this was all Castiel was freaking out about. Castiel, on the other hand, still felt that frustration that made his stomach burn.

“I’m an angel! I’m not used to a human body!” Castiel growled, stomping his foot in protest. Dean just shook his head and laughed quietly, patting Castiel on the head.

“Dude, just do whatever you think you should do. Trust me, if a fourteen year old can figure it out, you can too.” Dean reassured, though Castiel just grumbled something. Dean smirked and picked up his wallet laying on the dresser before looking back at the angel. “I’m going to go get some food. I’ll wait two hours, though that should be more than enough.”

Castiel blushed but nodded his head, looking away from the incredibly amused boy. He watched as Dean walked to the exit, only to pause and look back at the angel.

“What made you like that anyways? Was it thinking of my hot body?” Dean teased, making Castiel scowled.

“Goodbye, Dean.” The angel responded, pushing the hunter out the door and slamming it in his face.