Castiel blinked his crystal blue eyes a few times. The combination of sharp pain and numbness in his coal black wings made him grimace. Tilting his head over he looked at Trile, who had flipped over for about the fiftieth time this night. She was curled up on one of his wings and he couldn’t bare to try and move her. She looked so peaceful finally, despite her make-up being smudged around her eyes and the fact that she was hideously drooling on his feathers. His metamour was having an anxiety attack and it had took him quite a while to coax her down from it. Dean was on a hunt that didn’t really require Castiel, so he prompted to stay with his frantic partner. It had taken time for Trile to come to trust him when she was worked up, but once she let him in the two formed such a strong bond. Nights when Dean was gone the two would stay up and watch movies while she drank her bottle of wine or whiskey. Then Castiel would help her off to bed and sometimes share it with her. He would often just stare at the ceiling as Trile snuggled up to him. He had made the mistake of “holding” her with his wings tonight. He could feel his feathers getting crumpled and shifting in ways they weren’t meant to, it had been like this for hours.
Trile let out a quiet moan, stretching her body sleepily. She rubbed at her eyes, causing her to look even more so like an angry raccoon. Castiel’s wing that was under her twitch involuntarily. Confused she looked down and saw what she had been resting on.
“Oh shit!” She sat up quickly to get off of it. “Cas, you should have moved me! I see how crabby you get in the mornings when you leave your wings out when you sleep with Dean.”
The angel groaned as the weight was alleviated from his appendage.
“It’s alright, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He tried to move his wing, but it was too numb to function. He laid there, one wing tucked behind him and the other splayed out and rather ruffled.
Trile saw him struggling and turned around to kneel beside him. Her hands softly rubbed at his feathers, attempting to rub out the kinks and let him fold it up again. Fingering through the feathers she kneaded and resituated the plumage. Castiel let out little unintentional moans.
“Sorry, just trying to help out. I don’t want to see you with it sticking out all day.” She laughed. Usually Trile didn’t mess with Castiel’s wings, she knew the effect it had and that was reserved for Dean. That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t poke playfully sometimes.
“Thank you.” His brows furrowed as she helped to release the tension. His wing started to flit lightly.
“What’s it like?” She continued to work on the massaging.
“What do you mean?” His head turned to look at her, tilting it slightly.
“To have these. What does it feel like?” Looking over his large soot coloured plumes, taking in the way they bristles and shifted with her touch.
Castiel’s gaze converted to the ceiling. Contemplating on how exactly to answer the question.
“It’s kind of having this energy behind your shoulder blades. It’s hard to explain. They’re just like an extension of yourself, just like any of your other limbs. But they’re much lighter, being that they are manifested from my grace.” He tried to form the words as best as he could, but it really was unexplainable.
“Your wings are just so beautiful. I love hearing them flutter and seeing them stretch out. I’m kind of jealous.” She looked on at his feathers, stroking them in admiration.
“You wish to have wings, Trile?” Eyes falling back on her, the side of his lips pulling up to show a small toothy smile.
“I mean, I don’t want to be an angel. It’d be pretty rad to just experience the feeling.”
Dean opened up the door to the bunker to hear footsteps running around and happy squealing.
“Oh, what the hell.” He had just got back from a hunt and he just wanted to relax. Just some peace and quiet.
Trile ran into the war room giggling.
“Dean!” She exclaimed, happy to see her partner after a few days absence.
“Babe, as happy as I am to see you….What the hell is that on your back?” He looked down from the top of the stairs to see what looked to be rusty orange wings on her back.
“Cas gave me wings!” The amount of excitement overflowing from her was overwhelming.
A breeze hit Dean, and Castiel was by his side.
“Don’t worry, they’re not real. I wouldn’t let her have moving appendages. I thought that would be unwise.” Castiel stared down as Trile hopped up and down causing the little wings to bounce.
“Thank god.” The fear of Trile having functional wings subsided. Who knows what trouble that girl would get into if they really worked. Dean rubbed his forehead before kissing Castiel softly. He walked down the steps and met Trile at the bottom.
“Aren’t they neat?!” She beamed at him.
Dean’s arms wrapped around her waist, dipping down to kiss her.
“They’re beautiful, angel.” He relaxed and let out a little side smirk. “But shush, don’t let Cas know I called you that.” He whispered.
