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“Hey Cas.”
“Yeah, we ganked the shifter. Sam and I are just stopping to get something to eat and a room. We should make it back early tomorrow morning. Want me to pick you up anything on our way back?”
“Oh, well, with an offer like that, I just drive through the night. Keep the sheets warm for me.”
“Me too.”
“Bye, Cas.”
Dean flipped his phone shut and stuck it back in his jacket pocket. Cas was slowly starting to experiment with more human things like eating and expanding his wardrobe. Dean’s favorite experiment by far was the sex, but getting his angel to eat cherry pie was up there as well. Sex and pie. Mmmm, maybe he could talk Cas into combining them.
“Please don’t schedule a booty call in front of me right before we eat. It’s bad enough I have to live with the two of you,” Sam begged at his brother.
“Aw, Sammy, jealousy isn’t a good look on you. Should I scout out a girl for you? Maybe one of the waitresses likes sasquatches with long hair. You could keep her warm at night with all that fur.”
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
The brothers had made it halfway across the restaurant’s parking lot before the sound of wings alerted them to the arrival of an angel. Two hunters whirled around with angel blades in hand, raised to use them.
“Damn it Cas! I could have stabbed you!”
“Hello Dean. I arrived far back enough to be out of arms reach.”
“Cas, what are you doing here?”
“Sam. I needed to see your brother.”
Sam glared at his brother, arms crossing in front of his body. He just knew that whatever further conversation or actions took place; he would be the one attempting to find brain bleach. Dean would be the one to kill the monster, save the girl and then go off and have enthusiastic sex with his angel. Loud, enthusiastic sex. In the room next to Sam’s.
He was tired of headboards banging on the already thin walls of the crappy hotel room de jour. The looks ‘professionals’ gave before meeting their own clientele in the same motel. The security deposit and extra tips for the maids was eating a hole in their already tight budget. Every time, Dean would apologize and promise it wouldn’t happen again. And then Cas would show up and bore holes through Dean, like he could see all the way to his soul. Dean would stare back and the couple would excuse themselves to talk about “business.” And the cycle would start all over again.
Forget the brain bleach; he was just going to use his gun. He was still deciding who to use it on when Cas reached a hand up towards Dean’s forehead.
“Whoah, Cas, no zapping. The motel room is right around the corner if you missed me that much.”
“I wasn’t going to ‘zap’ you anywhere, Dean. I wanted to change your acuity of certain wavelengths of intent and subatomic particles.”
“What?”
“I wanted to show you my wings. There was also an experiment I wanted to attempt if you could see them.”
“Uh, Cas,” Sam interjected, “Isn’t that dangerous for a human’s eyesight and continued living?”
“In most cases, yes. However, humans who are deeply sensitive to the supernatural may be able to perceive glimpses of an angel’s form while on the earthly plane without burning out their eyes. You should have no problem seeing my wings when I manifest them forth, Sam, as your time as Lucifer’s vessel would have altered your mental perception. I hope that the sexual and metaphysical connection I share with your brother will allow him to see my wings.”
“Cool. Just another reason to have more sex. I remember your wings being pretty badass as just shadows, but seeing the real things would be awesome Cas. You could heal my eyes though if it didn’t work though, right?”
“Yes, Dean. But there is no reason to think it won’t with the copious amount of copulating we have participated in and my mark of grace inside you.”
“Kinky.”
Sam had reached a decision. He was going to shoot himself. If he shot his sex obsessed, masochistic brother, Cas would just bring him back from the dead. And if he shot Cas, Dean would kick his ass and then coo over the bullet impervious angel. Even the chance of seeing Lucifer again was looking more tempting than observing another weird step in the courtship of a hunter and an angel in the parking lot of a Biggerson’s restaurant.
Cas reached up and tapped at Dean’s forehead. Nothing happened. Both Winchester’s blinked.
“Uh, Cas, I don’t think it worked. I mean, I still got my eyeballs, but I can’t see your wings. Can you Sam?”
Sam was tempted to mess with his brother and say ‘yes’. But he really wanted to see an angel’s wings from both an academic and personal standpoint.
“Nope, no wings.”
“I have not released my control of my true form in this vessel. I must do it slowly and carefully or the results could be disasterous.”
“How disasterous are we talking about here Cas? Is it just a few broken windows like when I first heard your voice or what?”
“The complete incineration of every living thing within a ten mile radius if we’re lucky. Fifty miles if we’re not. Now hush, I have to concentrate.”
Sam was sure Dean had never been that silent before in his life or afterlife. He was also nauseatingly sure that the expression on Dean’s face was one of lust. Trust Dean to be turned on by a devastating walking, talking weapon with a big boom.
WHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
And the Lord said let there be light, thought Sam as he blinked, scorching mini suns lighting up the inside his skull. Squeezing them shut, tears fell, the after image of a supernova burned into his eyelids.
Slowly opening them, he cautiously looked around, deliberately not looking at where Cas had last stood. Images were blurry, but slowly being brought back into focus. Everything was cast in an illuminating light.
He could also hear startled yells from the direction of the restaurant and car alarms going off. There really shouldn’t be that many people with a connection to the supernatural in some podunk Biggerson’s was Sam’s next dazed thought.
Dean
Oh shit, Dean!
He spun around to see his brother staring gob smacked at the glowing, nuclear reactor of an angel.
“Awesome.”
The reverently whispered word barely made it to Sam’s ear. For once, Dean was actually using its original meaning.
Cas was pretty awe inspiring.
Even with an angelic scrambled brain, Sam could only describe Cas’ wings as light. Light and reminiscences.
There was the fierce burning of the Morningstar at midday and the shy, hidden light of the moon behind clouds.
The aura borealis at midnight and the flashing luminescence of fireflies.
Sparks of lighters.
Flaming pyres.
The brilliant colors of Fourth of July fireworks.
All these and more in the outline of wings that never existed on any bird.
“Do you like them Dean?”
Dean had to clear his throat several times before he could answer.
“Yeah, Cas, I like them. Their….beautifulgorgeousotherwordlywicked…large.”
Sam was inclined to face palm in embarrassment for Dean. Your angelic boyfriend goes to a lot of trouble to show off his most vulnerable parts of himself and you call him ‘fat’. Maybe John Winchester just picked him up somewhere and adopted him as a kind of a pet for Dean to look after. He could not be related to this emotional dense man.
“I mean, yeah, Cas, their badass. But I already knew they would be. Their part of this rebel angel with a cause who helped stopped the Apocalypse and rose from the dead and fought through all hell to find me. So nice wings, angel.”
Okay, maybe, just maybe his brother could acknowledge those things called feelings in actual words.
“Besides, you know what they say about angels with big wings.”
Or not.
“No, Dean, I wasn’t aware enough humans had seen an angel’s wings and survived to compare the sizes.”
Great, now Dean was going to teach Cas about size jokes. Time for evasive maneuvers.
“Uh, Cas, I don’t think you should hang around here. I think more than just Dean and I can see at least something,” Sam stated, arm swinging around to indicate all the gaping faces pressed to the windows of the restaurant. Several cell phones where out and filming. Hopefully Cas’ wings would just show up as a giant flare or be considered a hoax.
“And didn’t you say you had an experiment to attempt if Dean could see them? You might want to get started on that. You know, somewhere that’s not here.”
Cas tilted his head and gave his little smile/not smile.
“Thank you Sam for reminding me. Dean, that earlier offer, I would like to amend it and begin now.”
“Okaaayyy…but Cas, uh, that offer had a lot less clothing and more privacy so maybe we should relocate to the rooAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Sam blinked. Nope, nope, nope. His older brother was not naked and not flying with his not naked angel partner out of the parking lot as several cop cars and a news van pulled in.
Imaginary screams echoed from somewhere overhead.
Just a bird or a loud jet. I didn’t see a thing. Lalalala.
Sam’s own screech could have shattered glass when his not naked brother’s boxer shorts landed on his head and his not naked angel partner’s trench coat landed on the roof of the Impala.
“WHAT THE FLYING FUCK WAS THAT?!”