A/N:

In this chapter, Castiel will show Dean his wings. Not like in the show how it's almost like a shadow, but actual feathery wings. Just thought I'd let you know ahead of time!

Love you all!

~Niko!

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Castiel gave a soft laugh. "I love you too, my Hunter,"

Dean snuggled up against the angel, loving the way he fit seamlessly against him. Dean looked down at Castiel. "Where have you been?" He asked, rubbing the angel's back softly.

Castiel looked at Dean confusingly. "I've been here, and up in Haven, Dean. Where else would I be?" He said, making Dean chuckle.

"You are something, Cass," Dean muttered "How the hell did I get so lucky to have you?" He whispered longingly.

Then, Castiel did something he never did; "Did you want to see my wings?" Castiel asked without thinking any of this through. Dean looked down at Castiel, and smiled. "Sure," he said, reluctantly stepping away from Castiel.

Castiel shrugged off his trench coat, and took off his dress shirt to reveal his bare body. Then, there was a flash of bright blue-white light, making Dean squint his eyes. But when he gained his eye sight back, he was astonished at what he saw before him.

Castiel stood there, his wings folded slightly.

Dean stood there, amazed by how big the wings were. They were about eight feet wingspan if they were unfolded.

"These are... Amazing," Dean said under his breath, stepping closer to the shirtless angel, extending out his hand to touch the black feathers. But before he got close, Castiel moved them out of range.

Dean was hurt that Castiel flinched away, and Castiel noticed. "I-I just never showed a human my wings before, Dean," Castiel said, relaxing his wings, and feeling oddly sheepish.

"I understand, Cass. It's just- they look so soft," Dean said, eyeing the angel's wings.

Castiel thought for a moment. "You-you can touch them," Castiel finally said. Dean reached his hand out again, and Castiel didn't move away this time. Dean's hand brushed up against the angel's soft feathers at the base of his back, the moving down to the sleeker, more glossier flight feathers.

Castiel gave out a soft and unexpected moan, which Dean was about at , so he pulled his hand back.

"Cass?" Dean asked, somewhat worried. But Castiel looked up with an unmistakable emotion in his eyes; lust.

"Can can you do that again?" Castiel said, almost breathless. Dean did so, touching the muscular tendons and the feathers. Feeling the muscles as they quivered under Dean's touch.

Castiel let out another moan, loving the way it felt as Dean continued to rub and massage the angel's wings.

"D-Dean..." Castiel moaned out as Dean continued to touch his wings. Then Castiel whirled around to face the hunter, his wings hitting the walls and the ceiling as Castiel crushed his lips to Deans. He engulfed the hunter and himself in his wings, almost like a cocoon.

Once they broke liplock, Castiel looked up at Dean with love in his eyes.

"I've seen many, many things throughout the years. I've watched cities be built, and crumble and fall apart. I've also watched children be born, and elders die. But non of that could compare to what I see in you, my Hunter."