After the success of your last hunt. You and the Winchesters. (minus Kevin of course) decided to take on one more to finish off the week. This one appearing to be another simple, ghostly, "salt n' burn" case.

You couldn't believe your own gullibility.

The hunt itself was in Casper Wyoming. But due to you inheriting the famous Winchester luck, you found that it was not a spirit, but in fact, a witch. And as lovely as that would would have been on its own, the universe decided to give you not just a singular witch, but an entire freakin' coven. And being the ambitious bastards that you three were, you took it anyway.

This was your first mistake.

But after realizing that there was only three of you, you sought out the help of your two angelic allies. You felt a stab of guilt when Castiel and Gabriel practically landed on top of each other in a panicked daze in response to the three of you praying for help. After clueing them in on the definitely-foolproof-sure-to-succeed-well-thought-out-plan, they agreed to aid in the ambush.

This was your second mistake.

So the five of you set out to a well hidden mansion that was assumed to contain around two dozen witches. On the way there, you ran into an unexpected face. Crowley had been stalking towards the complex when Gabriel announced that he sensed his presence. While greeting him, Dean politely asked him just what the hell he was doing there. And that's where you learned that that particular coven was being lead by Rowena. Naturally, causing Crowley to investigate it. Noticing the feathered duo with you, he offered to help. Although he wasn't exactly the picture trustworthiness, you and Sam agreed seeing that you'd need all the help you could get. Much to Dean and the angels' dismay.

After slightly altering your plan to accommodate Crowley, the now six of you crowded on either side of the entrance. It turns out that her latest "Mega Coven" had only managed to recruit inexperienced, low level witches. So the expected warding around the house was nonexistent. But unfortunately, due to their leader, they had access to some of the most powerful spells in existence. And although it was debatable whether or not they actually knew how to use them, extreme caution was a necessity.

You burst in, and were immediately met with the ear grating screams of panicking witches throwing out every spell they could muster in an attempt to get the intruders to leave. You started to get a bit cocky. The spells did nothing with the shielding from the angels.

This was your third, and final mistake in the clusterfuck that this was about to become.

One of them began to shout while gesturing wildly to Castiel and Gabriel. "Angels! Those two are angels!" Your heart sank as the angels in question froze. You heard Dean swear under his breath. But before anyone could properly react, three of them huddled together and began to chant while the others stood guard. You started to fight harder as the unfamiliar language rang in your ears. Crowley was shoved into a hastily drawn devil's trap, rendering him basically useless. The angels could no longer fight directly as the spells tossed at you became more powerful. They had no choice but to completely shift their focus to blocking them from you and the Winchesters.

You felt the crushing weight of hopelessness as the chanting grew louder, and more aggressive. A ball of crackling energy formed in the huddle. You were outnumbered by about seven to one. The only three left actively fighting were you, Sam, and Dean. Making it impossible to get anywhere by the overwhelming amount of opponents.

You went numb when the incantation finished. The spark of magic split into three as it shot out at the angels and Crowley. A sharp bang sounded upon it reaching its targets. The rest of you slammed your palms over your ears and threw yourselves against the ground as all the windows around you shattered. Being the closest to you, Sam positioned himself over you to shield you from the countless shards of glass raining from the walls. When the dust began to clear, the witches all stared in shock and awe at the results.

"It failed! Retreat!" The one that had pointed out the angels before yelled out. You, and the brothers paid no attention to them as they all scrambled out to Chuck knows where. Running up to ground zero, you braced yourself for the worst. Whatever they did looked frighteningly powerful, and the supposed failure sent a chill down your spine. You all stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of ten new appendages.

Wings. Castiel had two massive pitch black wings folded against his back. The feathers were so dark you couldn't see any details. The only thing you could make out was the sapphire tinge on the tips of his primaries. He hunched forward under the intense strain they put in his vulnerable vessel. His face was one of complete shock and disbelief. Gabriel had fallen forward under the sheer weight of his. Something that would've been comical in any other situation. Six golden wings splayed out unevenly in different directions. Their size being the same as Cas'. The little moonlight that had seeped through the windows reflected off of the feathers, giving them an unnatural sheen. Making them the appear as if they were cast out of solid gold.

But something else caught you off guard. Sprouting from Crowley's back were two grey bat-like wings folded tightly against him. The top arches ending in deadly looking points. They were slightly smaller the the angel wings.

Crowley had wings. And rather intimidating ones at that.

A tense silence blanketed over the room. The only noise being Castiel's labored breathing as he tried to straighten his posture. No one dared to move, no one dared to speak. A pained groan coming from the floor broke you and Sam out of your stupor. You two knelt down next to Gabriel. You positioned yourselves on either side of him and grabbed him by the arms to help him to his feet. He didn't look that heavy. You knew that he logically couldn't be that heavy. You mentally recalled single handedly dragging an unconscious, and injured Sam out of danger. But the moose of a man was feather light compared to this. You assumed that the combined weight of the wings had to be at least 100-150 pounds.

Ouch.

Gabriel's face clenched into a grimace as the full weight of his wings pulled at his shoulders. They slowly folded against his back.

Dean watched from a safe distance. It wasn't as if he had never seen their wings before, but having them visible like that without the help of visual aid just felt wrong somehow. He had seen the weird, the odd, and the unsettling on a daily basis.

He had literally been to hell and back.

His best friend, and surrogate brother was an angel.

His actual brother at one point had psychic powers.

He was a hunter damnit!

But this was just bizarre…

He stepped forward seemingly without his input. Completely forgetting what Cas had explained to them about their wings back at the bunker. Raising his arm, he reached for Cas' wing. His instincts were screaming for him to back the fuck away. But he ignored them. He had just barely touched one of the feathers when the surprisingly strong wing suddenly flared out. Flinging the Winchester across the room. At this Castiel broke out of his shock, and started walking up to him. A look of guilt on his face.

Having seen the whole thing, Sam shot him a "you idiot" bitchface while you rolled your eyes. Witnessing Dean's discovery, you glanced at Gabriel's wings. Insuring that none of them were near you. Not exactly an easy task considering their size, and number.

"I'm capable of standing on my own guys…" His voice was strained, but still retained the slightest bit of humor.

Gabriel tried to push you and Sam away in an attempt to stand on his own. Sam moved back. You stayed closer in case he fell again. He wobbled slightly. His wings twitching as his back took their weight along with his own. He started leaning forwards and you both rushed back to his side. You got there first, and tried to grab at his arm again, and in the process you unintentionally brushed against the primaries on one of his wings. Gabriel flinched as it slammed into you, nearly losing his already precarious balance. His archangel strength propelling you farther than Dean. You yelped as you hit the wall behind you. Your shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. Sam ran to help you while Gabriel stayed back, as if he was afraid to go near you.

A vicious thud and a faint "bollocks" was heard in the distance as Crowley tried to free himself to get to you. But ultimately settled on shooting Gabriel a dirty look.

Castiel straightened his posture as he became accustomed to the weight. He ruffled his feathers almost in a way a bird would. He took a few breaths to calm himself before speaking.

"I don't believe they'll stay away for long. We need get back to the bunker as soon as possible." Although his words were calm, the awkward way he held himself, combined with the constant twitching and ruffling said something else.

"Can either of you still fly? As much as it pains me to leave her here, you're not going to fit in the impala, and it's too dangerous to walk back like this. Too many chances for one of you to be seen" Dean spoke up, trying to remedy the situation in any way he could. He'd had met his weird quota for the month, and wanted nothing more than to get back to the bunker, and figure out how to fix this whole mess before it somehow got worse

"I think flying is doable, but I can't say for sure. Whatever it did, it affected our grace directly so I don't know how safe it is to use. And that's not even getting into how the flight itself would affect the vessel." Gabriel explained, finally able to balance himself upright. Castiel jerked his head to look at the door.

"Either way, we need to try. Two witches are on their way back." At this, Sam began scraping away at the devil's trap with a piece of broken glass. Ignoring Crowley's complaints at being trapped for so long. Gabriel half heartedly stretched. The motion looking exceedingly odd as his wings ruffled behind him.

"Well, let's give it a go. Cassie you take Dean, I'll grab Sasquatch, and Crowley can get Y/N." You looked at Crowley sceptically

"If their flight is iffy at best, then how do I know we won't just crash or something?" He briefly looked offended before responding.

"I work a bit differently than them. Mine is actually more reliable than Feathers' at the moment." You began walking towards him when Castiel suddenly grabbed Dean's arm.

"They'll be here any second now. Let's go." And with that, the two disappeared with a louder version of the usual flapping noise that accompanied it. Gabriel quickly followed suit. Crowley offered you his hand.

"Shall we." You hesitantly took it and instantly took to the skies, or wherever else you technically go when flying like this.

A/N I'm back! And boy has it been awhile. I can't believe I've let my fics go so long without any updates. So I decided to come back with a longer one. This one will be in multiple parts since I like the idea, and want to see what I can do with it. And also I don't want to submit a one-shot that's potentially 15k words long. It defeats the purpose of a one-shot. So think of this as a small series.