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Mountain High - Ch 2

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Title: Mountain High

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel with eventual Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

Tags: kidnapping, smut, and I’ll add more as I go if I need to.

Summary:

    Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

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A/N: Sorry it took so long friends, but here is chapter two! Enjoy!

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Chapter two

    Dean remained on the floor where he fell. He couldn’t move, or speak, or do anything but stare at the man in front of him. But could he even call him a man? He looked like a man, dressed like one too, but the large caramel coloured wings protruding from his back told Dean otherwise.

    Dean sat up slightly, never taking his eyes off the man, and when he was finally able to speak all that came out was a whispered, “What are you?”

    Before he could answer, another winged creature came into Dean’s view and stood beside his kidnapper, who then turned to face him.

    “What is going on?!” the new man roared, Dean flinched slightly as his pure white wings stretched out in intimidation.

    “Father,” his kidnapper spoke, hands up, “if you'll just let me explain-”

    He was cut off when the man took a step closer to him, getting right in his face and yelled, “Gabriel, what have you done?! A human?! You brought a human to my throne room!?”

    The kidnapper, Gabriel, stuttered and took a step back before answering shyly, “I… I found him in town-”

    “Why were you in town with the humans?!” Gabriel's father seemed almost panicked.

    “Please, Father, just let me explain before you continue yelling,” his father crossed his arms with a stern look, but waited as Gabriel began, “I was flying over a town below the mountain when I heard music, so I went to check it out and see what was going on. I found him inside his house dancing and singing and his voice is beautiful! I watched him for a few weeks and I thought that he would be a perfect fit for Cas-”

    “No! No, Gabriel,” his father shook his head, “you can’t just bring humans here like this. Humans don’t take well to our kind, you know that, son. And that’s beside the point. An angel and a human mating… it’s unheard of.”

    “But not impossible,” Gabriel perked up with a small smile, “and let’s face it, Father, we both know that Cas doesn’t fit with any of the other angels, neither of us do really. We've always been seen differently by mostly all angels, we are sort of outcasts. Myself and Cas, we don’t have a chance at ever mating another angel, and I know you know that. So why not at least give Cas a chance some other way.”

    All Gabriel’s father could do was shake his head.

    “Father, I think this could work,” Gabriel stepped forwards and placed a hand on his fathers crossed arms, “I've been watching him for a while now, I think he’ll fit with Cas.”

    Gabriel’s father looked to Dean who was still sitting on the floor, glued to the spot and watching the two men argue. Then looked back to Gabriel with his brows furrowed. “We can’t just force him to stay here, but now I don’t know what to do about him. He's seen us, and where we live, I can’t exactly just let him go back to his home with that knowledge. It could put our whole flock in danger.”

    Before they could discus Dean’s fate any further, he stood and cleared his throat. “Could… could I speak for a moment?”

    Both of them turned to Dean with a bit of shock before the older man spoke, “Of… of course, please speak.”

    Dean nodded his thanks and slowly walked over to them, eyes flicking cautiously between the two of them. “So first of all,” he began, “what exactly are you?”

    “We are angels,” the father answered, “though not in the biblical sense that you are probably thinking. We are merely humans with wings, another species that has lived on this planet as long as your kind has.”

    “Just humans with wings, kiddo,” Gabriel spoke.

    “Okay,” Dean nodded, “okay, I can definitely live with that. Now second, what do you mean by I fit with someone? Is this another angel?”

    “Yes!” Gabriel bounced, “My brother. He has remained without a mate since he came into his first rut when he turned seventeen. He is now twenty-eight and has still yet to fit with another angel. So I was thinking-”

    Dean cut him off with an answer of his own, “That you could just kidnap me and force me into an arranged marriage with your brother?! No, that is now how this works, cowboy, not a chance.”

    “I watched you for weeks,” Gabriel raised a brow, “you never had any visitors, male or female, and I overheard you tell someone last night that you did not want to go on a date with your neighbour. So I know you are currently unattached, or am I wrong?”

    Dean was taken back, “I, well… no, you're not wrong-”

    “Then what exactly do you have to lose here?” Dean didn’t say anything, mostly because he didn’t know what to say, “At least meet him first.”

    “Look,” Dean started, “I am open to a lot of things, but marrying someone I don’t know is not one of them!”

    Gabe smirked as he drawled, “Buuuut… you're not opposed to the wings?!”

    Dean sighed and pursed his lips, looking over both men’s wings once more before responding, “There’s… there’s nothing wrong with them, I mean, your basically human just a little bit upgraded I guess, but that’s not the point. You can’t kidnap someone from their own backyard and just expect them to marry your lonely brother, and I can’t stay here. I’ve got work and a brother of my own down this god forsaken mountain, a brother who I can’t get a hold of from all the way up here because I dropped my phone when you snatched me! I can’t just stay up here because you want me to!”

    Before the three men could say anything more on the subject, another set of double doors opened behind Dean and all three men turned to look.

    More angels poured in, all with varying shades of white or brown wings, but the one angel at the front completely stole all of Dean’s attention in an instant. He was beautiful, the most beautiful creature Dean had ever laid eyes on, and he was sure he would never find anything on earth that could ever compete. Messy dark hair surrounded chiselled features, amazing blue eyes stared back at Dean with equal curiosity, and broad shoulders rolled back slightly to bring Dean’s gaze to the wings behind him. Black. So black they almost seemed to change to blue in certain light.

    The angel stared at Dean for a beat longer before turning his eyes to the others.

    “Father, what is going on?” The angel’s deep gravely voice sent shivers through Dean’s entire body.

    Dean turned slowly back to look at Gabriel who was suddenly wearing a smirk as he stared at Dean. “Is this the brother you were talking about?”

    Gabriel just nodded once.

    Dean turned back to Gabriel’s brother with a shrug and a nod and saw that the angel’s eyes were now focused on their father as he shouted, “A human?!”

    “Castiel,” their father raised a hand at the angel, “maybe it would be best if you waited out in the hall for a moment.”

    The black winged angel stood defiant and unmoving under their father’s hard gaze, standing tall with a roll of his shoulders that made his wings puff out and stand tall.

    Dean turned back to Gabriel again, nearly having to wipe the drool off his face before saying in disbelief, “That… that’s your brother?!” With Gabriel’s second nod, Dean still found himself confused, “How could he not find a mate?! How!?”

    “He’s a catch, right?” Gabriel asked with a raise of his brow, “And to think you didn’t even want to give him a chance, Dean-o.”

    “Excuse me, human?” Dean pulled out of his daze and turned to the older angel.

    “Uh, Dean… my name is Dean Winchester.”

    “Okay then, Dean,” he stepped closer to Dean, “I would like to sincerely apologize for everything that my son, Gabriel, has done to you. He is a stubborn angel who thinks rules are only made to be broken.”

    “Aren’t they?” Dean asked with a smirk and a shrug, which gained a chuckle from Gabriel who was holding his hand out for a high five. Dean stared at his hand for a moment before he shrugged once and slapped his hand against Gabriel’s.

    The older angel ignored them and continued on, “I am willing to take you home, no problem at all, but you cannot tell anyone of what you saw here today. I beg you, these are my people, my family, and humans can be cruel-”

    “Stop,” Dean held both hands up to the angel, “sorry, what's you're name?”

    “I am chuck.”

    “Chuck, I will not tell anyone about you, your secret is safe with me,” he smiled at the man, “I promise.”

    “Not a word?” Chuck asked, a little unsure.

    “Not even to my teddy bear,” he crossed his heart with a finger and a wink.

    Chuck let out the breath he had been holding and smiled back at him, “Thank-you, Dean Winchester. Now, if you would like me to take you home I’d-”

    “Nope!” Dean backed away waving his hands and shaking his head, “No, no way, not a chance.”

    “You don’t want to go home?” Chuck asked confused.

    “I want to go home,” Dean explained, “but I do not want to fly like that again, ever again. That was the worst experience of my life. I almost vomited several times because it was so god damn bouncy, I am not going back down the mountain like that.”

    “You can’t hike down,” Gabriel spoke up, “it’s too far, it will take you days to get down the mountain. Not to mention it would be extremely dangerous. Our people are hidden much higher up the mountain then the humans can travel, the slope and jagged formations are too much for them to climb.”

    “Great…” Dean sighed and ran a hand across his forehead.

    “Look,” Chuck said, “I know it’s not exactly what you wanted to do, but let me give you a room. Stay here with us until we can find a safe way to get you down the mountain that doesn’t involve flying.”

    “Seems I don’t have much of a choice here,” Dean then turned accusing eyes on Gabriel, “do I short stack?”

    Gabriel just smiled back innocently and Dean shook his head.

    “Again, I apologize for my son,” Chuck ground out then gave Gabriel a light smack on the back of the head. Gabriel rubbed the spot and then chuck placed a hand on Dean’s arm, “Please, come with me and I will show you to your room.”

    “Thanks,” Dean touched the angel’s arm in return and turned to follow him out of the throne room.

    Chuck walked them towards the double doors on the right side of the room, and as they walked Dean took a second glace back at Castiel. Gorgeous, was the only word Dean could think of to describe him. He scanned over the angel’s beautiful wings once more before moving his eyes up to the angel’s. His intense blue eyes captured Dean’s again and it seemed that the both of them were having a hard time taking their eyes off of one another.

    When they walked through the double doors Dean continued to stare back into the angel’s eyes, not breaking contact until the doors were closed behind them and Dean could no longer see him.

    He turned away from the doors and followed close behind Chuck as he led him through the seemingly endless maze of hallways. Torches hung on the walls, lighting their way, on the floor beneath Dean's feet were beautifully coloured and woven rugs, and occasionally they would pass a painting or a small statue displayed.

    Dean was amazed with the whole place, and he was sure he had only seen a small fraction of it so far.

    “This place is huge!” he exclaimed, “Is this some kind of castle on top of the mountain?”

    Chuck laughed, “Sort of. When the sun comes up tomorrow you'll see that we aren’t really on top of the mountain but rather in a valley nestled between several mountains.”

    “Awesome,” he breathed with a smile, “I know I wasn’t exactly keen on staying before but I'm actually excited to see it. I never knew anything like this existed. You guys, this place, it’s actually amazing.”

    “Well, that’s kind of the point,” he slowed down for Dean to match his stride and walk side by side, “our kind have had troubles with humans in the past.”

    “How so?”

    “It was long before my time,” he waved an arm, “but we are taught in our lessons that in our history, humans and angels don’t have a very good past. Humans fear that which they cannot understand, and we are not normal in their eyes. They feared angels in our past, thinking we were violent beings, and rather then talking like you and I, they decided it would be better to just kill us. Eradicate us from the earth instead of getting to know us, working with us. We are not that much different our two kinds, yet still we are seen as the outsiders.

    Dean was equal parts appalled and confused, “That makes no sense,” he couldn’t help at this point but completely lose all faith in humanity for their past actions against such a seemingly kind race, “first off, I would have thought people, especially people from the past, would have been eager to make contact with you. I mean, you look exactly as an angel is described in the bible. I would have thought people would be flocking to you, not trying to kill you. And second, I don’t fear you, except the whole flying thing, but what's there to fear? So far you’ve been nothing but nice, you're even letting me stay here for who knows how long. If you ask me, some humans could learn a thing or two from you.”

    Chuck turned and smiled at him, “Those are very kind words, Dean, thank-you.”

    Dean returned his smile as they turned one last corner and Chuck finally opened the door at the end of the hallway. He turned to Dean gesturing him inside and following behind him.

    “While you are with us, this room is all yours.” Dean slowly walked deeper into the room. He was floored, this room was huge, probably as big as his entire house, and the bed alone could easily fit twenty people comfortably and was flooded in soft looking pillows. There was a couch and a wooden table to the left by balcony doors, and a fire place to the right side of the bed. He couldn’t help it if his jaw hit the floor.

    “This is awesome!” he turned once in the room taking it all in, “This room is huge, and that bed looks extremely comfortable! How did you guys get all this stuff up here?”

    “We made it,” Chuck answered simply, “everything you see in this place is a product of our own hands. We can’t exactly go into town like you would and buy furniture, or food, or luxuries.”

    “So you made all of this?”

    “Not me personally,” Chuck watched as Dean slowly inspected everything in the room with awe, “but other angels who live in the town did.”

    Dean ran his hand lightly over the bed frame, tracing the delicate carvings in the wood. “This furniture looks so much better then the things we buy in town, or anything I've ever seen anywhere else. Maybe when I do head back down I’ll get you guys to make some stuff for my house.”

    “We’d be more then happy to,” Chuck smiled, “it’s the least we can do since you promised to keep our secret.”

    “It’s definitely safe with me, on one condition,” Chuck waited with a raised brow, “I want one of these beds!”

    He laughed, “I’ll place an order for you.”

    “Awesome,” Dean was beaming.

    Chuck watched Dean for a moment longer before he turned to grab a torch from outside of the room. When he came back he lit the torches on both sides of the door inside Dean's room then said to him, “If these are too bright for you there is a water basin to the left of your door, here,” he pointed to it, “just dunk the torch in if you want to put them out. There is also a fireplace to the right if you get cold, there are spare clothes in that dresser if you would like to change into something more comfortable for bed. Though, I doubt any of the shirts will be without sing slits. I apologize.”

    Dean waved him off, “Don’t be sorry, I'm sure you don’t have human visitors often enough to justify having shirts without wing slits.”

    “You are officially our first ever human guest! But since we don’t know exactly how long it is going to take to get you safely down the mountain, I will look into getting some shirts made for you without slits.”

    “I appreciate that,” Dean nodded his thanks, “and thanks for the room. Hopefully I don’t over stay my welcome.”

    “I know things started out rough because of Gabriel, but you are more then welcome to stay as long as you would like, Dean. I am not about to kick you out. And while you're here please feel free to wander around the castle or the valley,” Chuck perked up as he spoke about his home, excited to share it with Dean, “I know you didn’t get a good look when you came in but our valley is beautiful. Tomorrow, if you exit through the back of the castle it will take you through the gardens and into out town where the markets are, and surrounding the markets are the houses where the other angels live. The markets always open just after sunrise if you would like to take a walk through and see what our people have to offer.”

    “Does your market work on money, or…?”

    Chuck nodded, “We have our own form of currency. Some of the stall owners will work for trades of services or goods, and as for the money we also use the dollar system but instead of paper bills like you have we use coins. I can give you some tomorrow morning so you may shop in the market if you wish.”

    “Oh no,” he waved his hands at Chuck, “you have already done so much for me tonight, I can’t take your money too.”

    “Nonsense, Dean, I'm the Lord Angel,” he gave Dean a little smirk, “I have more then enough coin to lend you, so please don’t fret over it. I want you to enjoy yourself in our valley.”

    Dean gave in with a smile, “Thank-you.”

    “You are more then welcome. And tomorrow I will arrange for someone to show you around the castle and the town, but for now you should get some rest,” Chuck moved to the door and held the handle before stopping and turning back to say, “good night, Dean, sleep well.”

    “Good night,” Dean beamed at Chuck, “and thanks again!”

    Chuck just nodded before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Once Chuck was out of the room Dean wasted no time in running the length of the room and launching himself onto the amazingly soft bed and ocean of pillows. Maybe he could get used to this.

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A/N: and theres chapter two! Let me know what y’all thought and if anyone wants to be tagged just let me know! <3

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Mountain High - Ch 1

Title: Mountain High

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel with eventual Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

Tags: kidnapping, smut, and I’ll add more as I go if I need to.

Summary:

    Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

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A/N: So this is a new fic I’ve been working on. Its a wing fic, and I’ve been super into those lately so when I got this idea I was super excited to write it and share it with you guys! And if any of you have any recommendations, even your own wing fics, PLEASE send them my way! <3

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Chapter one

    Home. Dean loved his home, and he was super proud of it. When he first bought it he was twenty-two, out on his own for the first time after just having sent Sammy off to college. It was a small, run down old place, but as soon as he laid eyes on it he knew it was going to be his, and sure enough it was.

    He remembered the pure rush of excitement when he stood beside the for sale sign in the front yard, holding the sold sign in his hands while Sammy snapped a picture. Of course, when Sam saw the place he was none too happy that Dean had bought such an “absolute piece of crap” as he had said back then, but unlike Sam, Dean could see the bigger picture.

    After everything was finalized, papers signed, and Sam officially set up in his Stanford dorm room, Dean started his work. It took him nearly a year to complete the whole project, but by the time he was done the place looked brand new. He had practically ripped out the entire inside of the house and opened it up completely, rebuilt every room, gave himself the kitchen of his dreams, turned the basement into the ultimate Dean cave, did up the master bed room for himself and the spare room for Sammy, while also turning the old office into a guest room for visitors. He had also redone the entire outside of the house, replacing every piece of siding, planting a few nice gardens out front that would make the cover of any magazine in a heartbeat, and installed a beautiful deck equip with a gazebo out back.

    A full year of hard work, but it was well worth it in his eyes. He had turned what everyone had told him was a horrible investment into the best damn thing in his life, aside from Sammy and Baby of course. It was his own little paradise, one thing he had in his life that he worked incredibly hard for and no one could ever take away from him.

    And now that his work was finished, the house fully renovated and Sam flourishing in his school work, Dean had all the free time he could ever want. And all though his weekends had completely opened up, he didn’t spend his time out with friends, but instead his favourite weekend activity was to completely clean the house from top to bottom. Part of the reason for that being because he worked so hard to get it to this point that the last thing he wanted was to let it become a pig sty, but the main reason for this weekly routine was that Dean Winchester loved to sing.

    He would sing anything and everything. If it had a tune and words, he would sing it, and the only time he got to really belt it out was on the weekends when he was alone in his house. Dean would wake up early Saturday morning, and the first thing he would do after bacon and eggs, was open the windows, turn up the radio full blast and dance through his house as he sang his way through cleaning.

    He would vacuum the living room while belting Kansas, scrub the bathrooms to Led Zeppelin, and skid on socked feet across the kitchen to AC/DC. And today was no different.

    It was a Saturday, on a nice warm day in April. He followed his weekend routine and the house was now perfectly spotless. He finished off with the kitchen and was standing in front of the screen door looking out at the backyard and letting the nice cool breeze brush against his skin, thanking his lucky stars that he bought a house that backed on to a forest that always offered a breeze. Perfect, he thought, his life was perfect.

    His phone rang in his pocket, pulling him from his dazed state. The caller ID read “Rapunzel” and he laughed as he answered, “Hey, Sammy, what's going on?”

    “Not too much, Dean, what about you?”

    Dean sighed, “Same old, same old. Works keeping me busy, I just finished cleaning the house, just a typical Saturday night.”

    “Dean, you really should consider maybe going out once in a while.” He could practically hear the scowl on Sam's face, “When was the last time you even had a date?”

    Dean scoffed, “Really, Sammy, a date?”

    “Yeah. What about that girl who lives down the road, what was her name…”

    “Jo?” Dean offered.

    “Yeah, that’s the one,” Dean just shook his head turning towards the fridge for a beer, “the last time I came down for the weekend she seemed pretty into you. Why don’t you ask her out?”

    “Nah,” he popped open his beer and stepped out onto the back porch, taking a seat on the swing to watch the sun set behind the trees and the mountains, “she's not really my type, Sammy, and I guess I'm just not really into the dating thing right now.”

    “So go out with some friends then, go to a bar, get dinner. I don’t care what you do just… leave the house.”

    “I leave the house,” Dean didn’t have to see Sam's eye roll to know it happened.

    “Dean, leaving the house to go to work at Bobby’s where it’s just the two of you, doesn’t count. You need human interaction.”

    “I was pretty sure Bobby was human, last time I checked anyway.”

    “Come on,” Sam chuckled, “he barely counts. And look at him as an example. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love him and he's the best uncle in the world, but do you really wanna end up like him?”

    Dean scrunched his brows and adjusted the phone against his ear, “What do you mean? Bobby’s got a great life.”

    “Locked away in his house, all day every day, alone and surrounded by nothing but old broken down cars? Dean, I don’t want you to turn into a hermit.”

    “Sam,” he sighed over his beer bottle, “I'm not a hermit and I'm not going to turn into one. I'm just… I dunno, not really good at the whole making friends with your neighbours, back yard barbeques, apple pie kind of lifestyle. I don’t really know how to talk to people. I mean, I'm great once you get to know me, but it’s the part leading up to that, that I'm no good at.”

    “What if I came down for a bit? I know you’ve been living there for a while now, but it’s never too late to introduce yourself to your neighbours. I could come with you and help move the conversations along if you get stuck.”

    Dean couldn’t help but smile. Even miles away his little brother was still worried about him. “Sammy, I appreciate it but you’ve got school, and exams are coming up soon right?”

    “Yeah… but-”

    “But nothing,” Dean put on his mom voice, “you need to be studying and not worrying about me.”

    “But I do, you know, a lot.”

    “I know,” he smiled, “but you shouldn’t. And soon enough you'll be home for the summer right? We can work on breaking me out of my hermit shell then as long as you promise to focus on school until after you're finished with exams, deal?”

    “Deal!” Sam exclaimed, seeming satisfied with that compromise.

    “So,” Dean said, “why don’t you tell me about school instead. What's new? Any new friends, interesting developments, juicy gossip… girls?” he teased.

    Same laughed, “No girls, Dean.”

    “Why not? Its college, Sammy, is your campus not swimming with hot chicks?”

    “Well, yeah,” he began, “but I just… I dunno, I’m not attracted to any I guess.”

    “Fair enough,” Dean shrugged, “but when the right girl does comes along, you'll know. She’ll fly in and sweep you right off your feet, there won’t be a doubt in the world.”

    Sam nearly choked, “And you're an expert all of a sudden?”

    “Course I am, Sammy,” Dean laughed as he continued, “I'm the older brother and therefore I am an expert in everything. It’s the rules, you know this.”

    He couldn’t see it but he was sure that Sam was shaking his head at him.

    “Well, if there’s no girls then what about something else? There’s gotta be something new and exciting in your life.”

    “I'm going to be taking entrance exams for Harvard soon. Does that count?”

    Dean nearly jumped out of his seat and spilled his beer, “Of course that counts, Sammy! That’s great news!” Dean knew Sam wanted to go to law school, but Sam was always back and forth, never really sure if he wanted to jump into it so quickly, but obviously the kid had finally made up his mind. And though Dean was slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t have Sam home for a full year between Stanford and Harvard law school, he was proud of his little brother for following his dreams.

    “Its no big deal, really,” he could hear the blush in Sam's voice, “but if I get good enough scores on the entrance exams then I have a chance at a full ride next year.”

    Dean couldn’t hold back his excitement, “Sam, that’s amazing!”

    “I'm kind of nervous, what if I don’t get the scholarship?”

    “Don’t be nervous. I know you'll do great on your entrance exams, you’re a hell of a smart kid, Sammy,” he took another swing of his beer before continuing, “and if you don’t get the scholarship then we’ll figure something out, like we always do. If you wanna go to Harvard then I’ll make sure you go to Harvard. Simple as that.”

    “Dean… you can’t afford to send me to Harvard, not on a mechanic’s salary.”

    “Look, wait and see what happens after the entrance exams, okay? Then we’ll go from there once we know if you have the scholarship or not.”

    “Yeah, I guess you're right.”

    “Course I am,” he snorted a laugh, “and I'm also right when I say it’s late and you should probably be getting to bed, Sammy.”

    Sam let go a yawn on the other side of the phone, “Yeah, I'm tired, and I plan on studying all day tomorrow, so I should turn in. But I promise I’ll call again next week sometime, after exams are over and I can breathe again.”

    “You better call,” he smiled, “I want to know how all your exams go next week, and Sam?”

    “Yeah, Dean?”

    “I just want you to know that no matter what happens with your exams or the Harvard scholarship, that I'm proud of you, Sammy.”

    There was a long moment of silence between them before Sam answered in a choked voice, “Thanks, Dean, that means a lot. But I'm gunna turn in now, and don’t forget what I said, a night out here and there wouldn’t hurt.”

    “I said we’d work on it when you're home for the summer, which is very soon, I promise.”

    “And I'm gunna hold you to that,” Dean chuckled, “good night, Dean.”

    “Night, Sammy.”

    He hung up the phone and looked up at the sky. It was dark now, he and Sam had been talking for a long time and he hadn’t even noticed that the stars had made an appearance, but he would never get tired of looking at them. He still had about half his beer left and decided to stay out on the porch and finish it while thinking over Sam's words. Maybe he was right, maybe Dean did spend too much time alone in his house. He may not be ready to jump into the dating scene but there was the guy across the street, Benny he was pretty sure was his name. He seemed alright so far. They hadn’t exchanged much more then a few words in passing, but maybe he was a good place to start.

    After finishing his beer and deciding that tomorrow he would head across the street and see if Benny wanted to go for wings and beer tomorrow night, Dean peeled himself off the porch swing and turned to head back inside. He was only able to get the patio door open a crack before someone grabbed him from behind, wrapping unnaturally strong arms around his waist, and to Dean’s utter shock the ground was being torn away from his feet.

    Before he could register what was happening he was watching his small backyard getting further and further away and he was getting higher and higher. Panic swelled in his chest at the thought of being kidnapped from his own backyard, but also at being this far off the ground.

    When he was able to pull himself together just a little, he tried to fight back, tried to call out for help, but no one could hear him at that height. And the arms around him were not budging in the slightest, so the more Dean fought the worse the ride got. Whoever had taken him from his back yard was a terrible flyer and choppy as hell. And what originally started as a fight against his attacker very soon turned into a fight against his own stomach as he battled with all his strength to keep the contents of his stomach where they belonged.

    Dean wasn’t sure how much time had passed with him flying through the sky. He had long since closed his eyes as the fight with his stomach became more and more dire with each dip and lift in the flight. While at the same time he was trying to keep a clear enough head to try and figure out how he could get out of this… maybe call Sam for help. But reaching for his phone in his pocket proved only to piss him off further as he remembered hearing it hit the porch before he was lifted into the air. The shock of being attacked in his own backyard caused him to drop the phone and now he had no way of calling someone for help.

    Before he could dwell on it anymore, Dean felt a shift in their direction, suddenly finding himself being hurdled straight up. When the sudden climb was over he felt them heading straight once more, and before he had time to adjust he was being placed back on his feet. But after the unwanted and uninvited ride, he legs were definitely not ready for standing. So instead his shaking legs gave out and he was sent hurdling forwards and rolling across the floor.

    Eyes still closed, he remained on the ground for a few moments, groaning while trying to calm his still raging stomach. He could hear rustling behind him, then hurried footsteps, and the guy who had kidnapped him saying, “Get my father,” before the footsteps retreated back again.

    When Dean finally felt like he had regained control of his stomach he slowly rolled over to face his attacker, growling out, “Who the hell do you think you are-”

    Dean stared wide eyed at the man behind him, shocked out of words and rooted to the spot as they stared at each other.

    Doors opened somewhere behind him and the hurried footsteps returned, though Dean couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from the man before him.

    The footsteps stopped and the entire room was engulfed in silence before another voice spoke, “Oh son… what have you done.”

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 A/N: So there is chapter one! Let me know what you guys think and if anyone wants to be tagged for future chapters please let me know <3

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Mountain High - Masterlist

Title: Mountain High

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel with eventual Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

Tags: kidnapping, smut, and I’ll add more as I go if I need to.

Summary:

    Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

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Chapter 1

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Destiel - Freeform, wing!cas, Self Harm, self hate, Self Acceptance, Happy Ending Summary:

Dean finds that Castiel has been hiding the fact he has wings, and helps him to love and accept himself.

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inspired by this photo; Dean finds that Castiel has been hiding the fact he has wings, and helps him to love and accept himself; angst, wing!Cas, self hatred/self acceptance; 4k

Ever since they were young, Dean's always remembered Cas kept himself distant. They were best friends, but there was always a rift between them that Cas denied whenever brought up.

It always worried Dean, but he learned to accept it eventually. Until, they started living together.

It was difficult to talk Cas into it, but they finally found a place together with Sam, and it was going great for a while. Everyone either had school or their jobs to focus on. They took time to have a movie night together and just hang out.

Only, now that they lived in close proximity, Dean took notice to how much Cas stays in his room, or in the bathroom. He takes very long showers, and he always looks in pain or exhausted, but then again, Cas has always looked like that.

Dean's worry quickly spiked, and he tried to talk to Cas about it, but he kept saying he was fine. "Everything was fine." "Work was exhausting today." "I got a lot of homework." "I'm just tired."

It was all the same, and Dean tried to be respectful. If Cas didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't push. He would only try to be there for him, and continue to do nice things for his best friend.

Dean never talked about it to Sam, but Sam noticed his "out of the way kind acts" for Cas. Dean thought he was just doing what regular friends do, but Sam seemed to think there was more going on.

Dean worried like a regular friend. That's all. Sam's teasing was nothing but counter intuitive.

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Through the months of living together, Dean noticed somethings that he doesn't think Cas intended him to see. He was confused at first because, why did they need so many large bandages and antibiotic ointment? It seemed excessive, like they were going to open their own clinic.

The only reason he believes Cas didn't want him to see it is because he never found those bandages in the first aid kit, or in the bathrooms at all. Maybe Cas liked to have a good amount just in case.

You can never be too safe, right?

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The next thing that made Dean worry more was the spot of blood he noticed on the back of Cas's shirt. He was cooking dinner when Dean noticed it.

"Hey, Cas. What's with the blood?" Dean went to poke Cas's bloodstained shirt, but Castiel flinched away from him.

Cas awkwardly chuckled, "I knew I scratched against something today." Cas began shuffling away, trying to hide his back, "Thank you." And rounded the corner to his room.

Maybe those bandages and ointments might come in handy.

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The bandages kept Dean on his toes, because he couldn't accept that Cas just wanted to be ready for some at home freak accident.

The final straw was actually a complete accident, and the sight of it broke Dean's heart in so many pieces, he's not sure it'll ever be put together again.

Castiel was standing with his back facing the mirror and a large metal sander in hand. There was so much blood, and Cas was red in the face crying. Dean looked around to see white feathers all on the floor and so much blood.

The silence between them was palpable. Dean could almost choke in it.

Cas was the one to do something, shoving Dean out of the bathroom, and closing and locking the door. Dean snapped back to himself rather quickly.

He banged on the bathroom door, "Cas? Cas, let me in!" He banged some more and tried the knob. "Cas, please let me in. Let me help. Please, Cas. Please stop what you're doing and let me in."

Cas didn't answer. Dean could only hear his sobbing.

"Cas! Please! Let me in!" Dean yelled louder, "Please stop hurting yourself." He still received no answer.

Dean's chest felt so heavy, and his breathing felt hollow. Cas was bleeding so much. "Cas, I will break this door down. Let me in!" He wasn't angry. He could never be angry at Cas. He just wanted him to stop.

Dean heard the doorknob click after a while of silence. Dean opened the door seeing Cas's head hanging low, and the long metal file still in hand.

Dean stepped closer to him, carefully taking the file away. He had another hand on Cas's upper arm, holding him steady.

They were both quiet for a long moment. He couldn't understand what Cas was doing. All he saw was blood covering Castiel's back. He looked to the floor again, seeing the white feathers.

Dean was so confused. He placed another hand on Cas's other upper arm, and Cas flinched, "Oh, Cas. What happened?"

Castiel began crying again. Dean forced Cas to lean forward on his body, which Cas went willingly. Dean couldn't wrap his arms around his upper back, so he wrap one arm down on his waist, and the other hand cradling the back of his head.

"Talk to me." He said lightly in the small space. Castiel calmed his crying, but didn't pull away.

"I have wings." Cas simply said, which didn't make too much sense.

"You never told me you were an Angel." Dean shook his head, "Your parents-"

"I'm adopted." Another simple answer.

"We grew up together." Dean tried to think back to any moment he actually saw Cas without a shirt, and he can't come up with one memory.

Cas sighed, "They made me wear a binder to hide them." He was leaning into Dean with his full body weight now. Dean could tell he was exhausted.

"But-" Dean still didn't get it, "You don't have any- How-"

"When I hit puberty, the wings continue growing to their final stage of adulthood. My parents took me get them amputated, but wings only grow right back." He pressed his face into Dean's shoulder, "They'll never go away."

Dean blinked, "They did this to you growing up?" He was in a state of shell shock. All he knew to do was hold Cas. Hold him and protect him.

"No. I had regular doctor appointments, but I can’t afford them now, so I- I do it myself." Cas seemed to pull away, but Dean didn't let go. He held tighter, and Cas didn't fight it.

"Please don't do this. Please." Dean begged, "We love you so much." Cas's body shook with more crying.

"Why do you keep doing it?" Dean asked into his hair, "You're with us now. You can be yourself. You don't-"

"I do!" Castiel jerked, and though Dean had a tight hold on him, he didn't expect Cas to react so strongly. "I do have to! I can't be an Angel. That's not me! I'm human!"

He looked so angry and set in this denial. Dean could even see desperation in Castiel’s outburst. He really hated his wings.

"It's okay if you're an Angel. We don't see you any different. Me and Sam still love you." Dean tried to assure him, because even though some Angels were dangerous creatures, Cas wasn't that.

"I'm not a monster, Dean. I'm not!" Castiel folded himself forward, sobbing. Dean tried to pick him back up, but Cas continued to fall to the floor. Dean sat on the floor with him, never minding the blood soaking into his jeans.

Dean tried to hold him again, but Cas pushed away from him, making Dean accidentally hit one of wounds on Castiel's back. Cas cried out from the pain.

"I'm so sorry. Cas, please. You are not a monster. Not all Angels are bad. We know this. You're one of the good ones." Dean wasn't going to give up on Cas. He loved Cas way too much to just leave him like this or ever.

"How do you know that? How do you know I won't kill you in your sleep? How do you know I won't just kill Sam?" Cas now looked at him with full anger. Eyes red rimmed and tears still falling.

Dean tightened his lips and set angry eyes right back at Cas, "Because I've known you since we were 6. You're Castiel Novak. You loves bees and antique shops. You hate your eggs scrambled, and can't stand when I tickle you. Your shoes are organized by color, and despite Sam being my brother, you're the first person in my phone to call in case of emergencies.”

Castiel's face softened from its anger, and slipped into shock.

"You're my best friend, Cas. I would never think any less of you. Especially over a pair of wings. Human, Angel, it doesn't matter. I still love you." Dean admitted, and didn't care how Cas took the last part. Cas was way more important than some stupid feelings he hasn't really dealt with yet.

Cas looked back down to the floor. He stayed that way for a while. Dean's eyes never left Cas. He didn't want to miss even a chance of Cas maybe giving up with this battle he was waging inside him.

He saw Cas close his eyes, "Help me." Dean didn't hesitate. He stood, and picked Cas up to stand.

"Let's get you cleaned up. You want me to help, or leave?" Because privacy is still a thing here. He wouldn't mind staying to help. He'd even still give Cas privacy. This wasn't sexual, and he didn't see it that way at all.

"I don't know. I can wash myself if it'll make you uncomfortable." Cas tried to step in the tub. He was too weak to do this himself.

"I'm not uncomfortable. It's about you, Cas. I'm here to take care of you." Dean assured him.

Dean ran the water till it was warm, while Cas took his shorts and boxers off. Dean relayed that a bath would be easier on him, but a shower would be faster.

Castiel agreed on the shower, and leaned against the wall to support him as Dean ran the water over his back while he carefully rubbed at the blood with a washcloth. It hurt Cas the closer he got to the wounds, but Cas bared through it. He had to get the blood off.

After the shower, Dean helped him to his room. Dean would clean the bathroom after bandaging and clothing Cas.

Now he understood what the bandages were for. He tried to hurry with the ointment and bandages, because Cas was getting cold.

"Why don't you get dressed and take a nap, while I clean up the bathroom?" Dean suggested, and Cas looked over at his folded clothes next to him, and then the bed. He nodded softly to this and grabbed his shirt.

"You need anything? Water? Some aspirin? Maybe something to eat when you wake up?" Dean offered, and Cas made no move to answer.

Dean shook his head, "It's alright. I'll bring the first two. Just get dressed." Dean ran a hand through Castiel's hair, and he could feel Cas melt into the touch.

Dean hurried out of the room, not really liking how he loved Cas reacted to being touched. He needed to block his feelings out. There was literally no time for them, and he hated having them. Especially when they pop up in the worst of times.

This is about Cas. Not him.

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So, getting Cas to accept his wings was rather difficult. Dean never thought it would happen over night, but he had to watch Cas a lot. Dean made sure to thoroughly dispose of all the tools Castiel used to keep his wings "clipped". A terrible choice of words, he knows, but what else do you call it that it's too horrifying?

Dean cleaned and rebandaged his back every night and morning to keep them clean. Castiel tried to assured him it was unnecessary, since his tools were always kept clean, but Dean did it for two reasons.

1. He wanted to make sure for himself Cas was infection free and safe. 2. Dean was checking to see if Cas made anymore damage.

Which Dean was proud to say Cas did not. Cas kept to his word to not harm himself, but Dean still worried nonetheless.

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Dean awoke to someone quietly calling his name, and poking his shoulder. He groaned, but then realizing it was Cas. "What's goin' on, Cas?"

"I can feel them. I can't lay on my back. I can't sleep." Dean could hear the panic in his voice. Dean was fully awake now, and sitting up.

Cas was wearing his pjs, which was sweat pants and a t-shirt. Dean pulled his sheets away, "Come here." Castiel climbed into bed with Dean.

"I don't know if I can do this." He admitted. Dean felt like this was a good thing. At least Cas was talking to him about this, and not going behind his back to harm himself.

Dean wrapped an arm around the top of his shoulders, making sure not to touch the bandages. By this time, Dean didn't have to change them so much. They were down to once a day, so Dean saw them just a few hours ago. They weren't 100%, but they were looking good.

"You gotta remember who you are, Cas. Your fear is that all Angels are creatures out to kill anything in sight," They've had many talks like this, and Dean remained patient through every one, "But you know for a fact not every Angel is like that. We've met plenty that are good people. You yourself are a good person."

Castiel sighed, shuffling himself down and into Dean's chest, "Why do you always have something to say?"

"Because it's true, Cas," Dean chuckled, "I wouldn't be friends with an asshat." Dean kissed the top of Cas's head, and instantly regretted it. It's like some kind of instinct unlocked in Dean, or he's more aware of his actions.

It's always a touch to his arm or head. Sometimes it’s a kiss on the head, or a rub on safe back areas. Sometimes it's long looks and light smiles. Cas never seemed to pull away from any of them.

"You ready to go to sleep now, or are we gonna watch a movie?" Dean asked, because majority of the time they watch a movie if Cas can't sleep, but sometimes, Cas just goes back to bed.

Cas sat back up to look at Dean, "Can I stay with you tonight?" Dean was a little flustered by this request, and he guessed the hesitation Cas noticed was negative, "Please?"

Dean nodded, "Of course, Cas." Cas pulled away, as did Dean to shuffle down on the bed to lay down. They faced each other. The situation was awkward for Dean, but only because of his feelings he still has yet to get a grip on.

"Dean?" It was dark, so Dean couldn't make out Castiel's face at all. All he saw was a silhouette, "Is it too much to ask for you to hold me? I'd understand if it's weird."

"No, Cas." Dean quickly said, but his answer seemed to give the wrong impression, "I mean, yes, I'll hold you. It's not weird." It's really not. Castiel turned around, his back facing Dean, and shuffled back into Dean's open chest. Dean put an arm around Castiel's waist, trying to be respectful of boundaries, but Cas didn't seem to have any, and grabbed his arm to hold him tight.

It took no time for Cas to fall asleep at all, and the same went for Dean.

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The sleeping arrangements seemed to change after that. They still hadn't told Sam about Castiel's wings, but only on Cas's request. He needed time to tell someone else, even if that someone else was another best friend of his.

So, the new sleeping arrangements had to be secret too, until Cas was ready. It wasn't weird for Cas to sleep in Dean's bed. Cas can't sleep while his wings were growing. He's not comfortable being alone. It's for comfort reasons. Nothing more. Sam would understand.

And when the time came where Cas couldn't hide the extra appendages growing from his back any longer, it was time to tell Sam, whether Cas was ready or not. Cas wanted to wear binders again, but Dean said that wouldn't help him in telling Sam, who really needed to know; being a roommate and all.

Dean hadn't seen the wings at all yet. When the wounds finally healed, there was no need for Dean to really look there. He was able to touch Castiel's back without a worry of hurting him, and sometimes his hand would land on something hard and foreign for a Human back.

Though, the first two times Dean did touch his back or shoulders, Cas quickly informed Dean not to touch him there because he wasn't comfortable yet, so Dean kept his hands to himself.

Dean didn't know whether the wings would be white like the feathers on the bathroom floor were, but he never asked Cas. He doesn't even think Cas knows. Does Cas know about wing care? Does he know if he has to wash them? What do you even do for wings? Dean vowed to do more than Internet research on this. Castiel was going to get the full run down of wings since he's never really taken care of them.

While Dean researched things, the day came to tell Sam. It was only because big sweaters were no longer fooling Dean. Sam was going to find out, and it would be better if he found out on Castiel's terms.

They sat Sam down, and Cas sat away from him on another piece of furniture of the living room. Cas had a hard time talking. It took him a while to even speak at first. Cas sat up straight, and looked Sam dead on as he told him that he was adopted and was actually an Angel.

Sam didn't move or say anything throughout everything Cas told him. Castiel didn't give all the information he gave Dean; and Dean's heard so much. That was part of the acceptance; talking about everything that's happened to him. Which made telling Sam still difficult, but possible.

After Cas explained, he stood and began pulling at his shirt. Dean would have told him it wasn't necessary, but something stopped him because maybe it was. Maybe for Cas, for him to accept and come to terms with himself, he needed people, to not only know, but to see.

His wings were very small, and covered in white down feathers. They looked very soft, but Dean knew touching them was still off limits.

After Cas pulled his shirt back down, Sam stood up, "Castiel. You're my best friend, and I love you no matter what or who you are. You never have to worry about that with me." Castiel smiled big with tears in his eyes, and hugged Sam. Dean was so happy for Cas, that he had to get in on the hug too.

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Castiel wore his binders for as long as he could. He would only wear them when going out. He worked 6 days a week, and had three classes within the week.

So, Dean made a rule of no binder wearing in the house, which also meant Cas sleeping in his own bed most nights. Dean had read up on the dangers of wearing binders for too long, and he wanted to keep Cas as safe as possible through this process.

He even called twice during the day to remind Cas to do some stretching and coughing to loosen his lungs.

If Dean were completely honest, looking after Cas was exhausting. This was going on for months. The worry was constant, and the job never stopped.

And now that Cas wasn't sleeping in his bed majority of the time now, it caused even more worry. Half the time, he didn't know if Cas hated him or not.

Dean's not complaining at all. Not in the least. He would do it all over again and more. Even if Cas actually did hate him now, at least Cas was safe. He just now fully understands why people get paid for this kind of care.

It had been months since they had seen Cas's wings last. Dean could see them under Cas's oversized sweaters, but just the shapes of them. Nothing of detail, but Dean never asked to see them, and told Sam not to ask either.

Not until Cas was ready.

And when Cas is ready to do something, he's not extravagant about it. He just does it, and nothing really changes.

One night he came out to the living room, wearing a regular shirt - which was rare these past few months - and his wings were completely visible. They clung to his back, and the feathers grew down to the middle of his back.

The feathers had even changed colors. They were now soft brown with speckles of white. They were beautiful.

Cas sat down on the couch next to Dean, and watched whatever show was on. Sam had already looked away from Cas, and though Dean knew he should do the same, he couldn't help it.

Castiel's wings were so beautiful, and they looked so soft. He caught himself reaching out for them. He quickly adjusted, keeping his hands closer to himself, and looking back to the TV. Cas would probably hate him if he touched them.

Cas came to lay with Dean that night. He took the shirt off in a very different way than normal shirts. Dean then realized Cas took his own steps by buying wing accommodating clothes.

They laid in bed, Cas being shirtless, and faced each other. "Cas, I'm so proud of you." Dean smiled, looking over his shoulder at his wings.

"Can I try something else new?" Castiel asked, and Dean nodded in waiting of whatever that might be.

Castiel nudged himself closer to Dean on the bed. Dean wasn't sure what to expect, but Cas halfway hovering over him wasn't that at all. Especially with him leaning down to kiss Dean.

Dean's chest felt tight, and he's pretty sure he forgot how to breathe.

When Cas pulled up and away, Dean failed to open his eyes. "Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean squeaked, and then cleared his throat. Dean opened his eyes to see Cas's worried face.

"Is that okay? Did I read this wrong?" Cas asked, starting to back away.

Dean reached for him to stay, "You're fine. This is good." Dean smiled, "I didn't think you felt the same."

"I can actually say the same thing." Cas sheepishly smiled, and Dean wondered how long it's been since he's seen Cas smile.

Dean cupped his cheek, "We're best friends. I didn't want to ruin that by getting it wrong."

Castiel slid back down to be even closer to Dean as he kissed him, "Good thing we're both on the same page then."

Dean went to wrap his arms around Cas, but Cas pulled back up, looking very serious, "I love you, Dean Winchester. I'm telling you this now instead of later when we're more comfortable because I don't want to hide anything anymore. I want to be myself, and I feel like being truthful with you can help me with that."

"I've wanted to tell you that for so long, and not just as a friend." Cas spoke honestly, and Dean felt so small under him.

"Good thing we're both on the same page then." Dean echoed Cas's words right back at him, "I love you too." It was honest, and Dean didn't know he could feel this good.

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Castiel went to work and school with his wings proudly showing. He texted Dean throughout the day of the looks he got, and even called when he felt a panic, but overall, Cas called it a good day.

It wasn't long after that, Cas allowed Dean to touch his wings.

Dean taught Cas how to take care of his wings. They went out for wing care products and even met a man named Gabriel at a shop for Cas to talk to about his history.

Dean could see happiness growing within Castiel, and Dean hoped it would stay that way. Some nights get hard, but Dean is there to try and help Cas through them.

Dean wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

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'Hello, Dean' ___________ sketch ver. ahh yes, this is better.

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'Hello, Dean' _______ I tired to colour .3.