"Are we done for the day?" Hasdiel groaned from the seat on his couch. They'd be interviewing people for hours and his back ached from keeping his wings bound inside his vessel. "I can't stand to even look at this suit any more."
Dean was writting the last facts about the case on a paper and smiled listening to Hasdiel. “Sure man. Let’s head back and have some sleep.” He pat the other’s shoulder and walked out the shop they were in. Their motel was just around the corner so they walked there. “You’re that tired?” He asked, holding the Motel door open for Hasdiel.
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“Not tired, per se.” Hasdiel answered as he walked into the motel room. “Sore.” He immediately shrugged his jacket off and started loosening his tie. The dress shirt followed, creating a small pile of discarded clothes on the kitchenette table. He rolled his shoulders a little to loosen the muscles and, closing his eyes, sighed as two large wings with rich brown feathers unfurled from his back. “You try keeping these things bound all day.”
Dean found it strange the other undressing like that, but didn’t said anything. When the pair of wings appeared he leaned against the wall not to loose his feet. “dude-” He started but couldn’t finish. It was the first time the hunter saw angel wings. “you-..” he frowned, stepping closer but trying to understand.
“Much better.” Hasdiel sighed contently and stretched the wings to their full span before retracting them to fold against his back. Folded, the arches still rose above his head and the tips almost touched the floor. When he looked over at Dean’s expression, he tilted his head to the side. “First time seeing real wings, Dean? You can touch them if you want.”
“Dude” Dean repeated himself, a smile forming on his lips. He got his balance and stepped closer slowly. His eyes shined and the smile got wider. Raising his hand to the wing but not yet touching it. “Can I?”
“Indeed you can.” Hasdiel nodded, extending his wing toward the hunter. “The plumage under the flight feathers is much softer but all of it feels good to me.” He explained, shaking his feathers out again.
Dean step back when his wings extended, trying to get used to how big they were. He followed the other’s words and caress his wings. The sensation was like petting the softest cat in the world. “Hell, why you hid this from me?” The hunter couldn’t keep his eyes off the wings, almost purring.
