sorta plotted starter for @justsurv1vor
He tore around the room like a bat out of hell-- no-- like a lunatic out on bail gearing up for a drug-binge-fueled killing spree. It didn't help that he had the ability to materialize his wings and then use them to create little wind vortexes around the room-- or he'd just flap them around in the shower and drench the floor in soapy water. The worst had been when they were in a grocery store and he stretched them out to their full wingspan and knocked every cookie and snack cake package off the shelves.
He'd insisted it was an accident (it was far from that, he'd seen another little boy stretch his arms out and drag his hands along every single can in the aisle they'd just been in and Castiel wanted to try it... it wasn't his fault his wings were so big and unruly) when the man grabbed him by the wrist and asked him what his problem was; though he'd easily yanked his hand free from their grip and used his wings like a cocoon to hide himself from their chastising. Then they'd disappeared back into whatever ethereal plane they existed on leaving him glaring up at the man dragging him around the aisles with the demand to settle down and behave. How degrading... for the man, not Cas.
"I don't wanna hold your hand anymore... it smells like cigarettes and death!" (it doesn't, but Cas doesn't let that stop him from claiming it) Castiel exclaimed obnoxiously, making gagging and choking noises between little laughs, furthering the scene by making his knees buckle so he'd fall down limply, forcing the man to either let him go or pick him up.
