Cas with six wings: two covering his eyes and two covering his feet
Cas with an elongated torso and extra sets of shoulders to properly accommodate the additional limbs, like an insect or arachnid.
Cas covered in eyes of every color.
Cas with facial features that look like an alien mask. Eyes are just a little too large, mouth is small, but when he opens it up to yell, the whole bottom half of his face seems to separate like a snake.
Cas with limbs that switch directions based on need, so he moves half like an insect and half like a nightmare
Cas whose skin is a fine crystal that sings as he soars through the air
Cas whose facial eyes look like spider eyes.
Alien Nightmare! True Form! Cas
Dean being absolutely terrified when he sees Cas. The inhumanity of an angels true form, not folded down into a vessel or manifesting as smoke due to weakness. The actual Organism that is the wavelength translated is traumatic to behold. Not because it's ugly, but because humans aren't meant to see the face of the divine.
But there's something overwhelming and intense and ALIVE about what he sees in front of him. This skyscraper made of light and blackness and color and materials Dean can't even place
For the first time, he actually wants to bow down and cry Holy Holy Holy because he doesn't know how else to describe what he's feeling.
Dean touching the "skin" of the angel and dropping , overwhelmed and seizing, thrashing and shouting and coming to half a mile up and pressed to Cas's shoulder, like an upset baby...or an ant hitching a ride on an elephant.
They fall and keep falling, but really Cas is just...folding up, shrinking down to be human sized.
This alien Cas, frightening, but so familiar now in its movements and the way it looks at Dean, running fingers through Dean's hair. The hands cup his face gently and then work their way down his body. Dean reaches out and matches the movement
This creature, this lover, keening as Dean caresses it's wings, and drags nails down its torso. Cas pulls Dean's buddy against him, grabbing his ass and pulling the two of them together rhythmically, deliciously.
Dean waking up in his room, soaked in sweat and who knows what else, walking shakey-legged to the shower after stripping the top sheet.
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