AN: Hi everyone! *waves like a crazy person* This is just a little something I have been thinking about for awhile. I'm not sure how many chapters but I do know the chapters will be longer than my usual fics. This was just supposed to be a one shot but yea.
Bunch of UST, blood and feels.
The usual.

Also in this 'verse, it takes place after Cas hijacks other angel dude's grace but BEFORE Dean gets the Mark. They are still looking for Abaddon. So yea...ok! And as also reviews are gold and make me feel happy.

Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still don't own. Bummer dude.

They hadn't actually been looking for trouble this time. Honest truth they had been out that day on a simple supply run when they heard a call over their police scanner about something odd in the warehouse only twenty minutes away. Sam had given Dean the look, which pretty much quieted any argument on the matter as the groceries were stored in the back seat next to Cas, who had insisted on tagging along.

It happened too fast; one minute they were busting in the door of the warehouse (always with the abandoned warehouses) and the next thing Dean and Sam Winchester knew they were being hurtled against the opposing wall and pressed down by an invisible force.

Dean saw Cas take a step forward, confusion apparent on his face as he tried to come to their aid but he quickly leapt back as a ring holy fire suddenly surrounded him.

"Cas!" Dean yelled as he saw the celestial being step back with a snarl and an obvious wince. Castiel put himself in the middle of the circle, seemingly pulling in on himself in the cramped space.

"Yes be careful Castiel, I would hate to see those pretty wings of yours get singed." Came taunting voice came from the shadows. A brunette with black eyes smiled and she walked towards the three men, her heels clicking on the wet, smooth cement, circling Castiel like a predator would its prey.

"Let him go you bitch!" Dean snapped, struggling at the invisible bonds that held him.

"Oh I don't think so," She purred, her attention turned to the eldest Winchester. "Metatron is quite unpleased that Castiel has rejected his gift of humanity. He's looking to level the playing field."

Sam scoffed, "Metatron's having demons do his dirty work now?"

The demon glared at Sam, "Just think of me as the muscle,' she turned back to Castiel. "He gave me a special assignment." Her lips curled around her teeth in a cruel smile, getting just close enough to flames that she wouldn't catch the edge of her frayed jeans on fire.

Castiel didn't say anything to the demon as she stood before him, just stood in the middle of the flame with his a glowering look.

But the demon didn't look put down, but instead smiled, opening a small, leather pocket book from her back pocket and began to read.

Dean couldn't place the broken, rough language that she was reading and from the perplexed look on Sam's face, neither could he.
But Dean caught the flicker on Castiel's face and saw the trembling of his jaw that replaced the pissed off look he had been previously shooting the demon.

"Cas?" Dean asked, his voice trying to break though the loud chanting. But Cas wasn't looking at him, he was completely focused on the woman in front of him until he winced hard and grabbed at his shoulder.

"No, you can't!" He cried out, his face contorted in pain as the demon laughed between the words.

"Cas whats going on!" Dean asked again, attempting once in again with fervor to escape the demons hold on him.

The angel looked up at Dean and he almost wished he hadn't; his eyes were wide and filled with pain. They slammed shut as he dropped to his knees, balling his fists and digging them into the sides of his head and he yelped.

Dean had never felt so helpless in his life, he was stung up while whatever the hell that black eyed bitch was doing to Cas.

He couldn't move when he saw Cas shifting in pain in the impossibly tight circle, unable to move too much in fear of being set ablaze from the ever burning ring of holy fire.

The chanting became louder as the air became electric, the smell of burning wires and ozone filled the large room and Dean felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. And thats when the spell ceased and out of Cas came a loud scream that tore through to his true voice, the windows splintering and crashing around them, glass showering them all.
Dean and Sam could do nothing, not even cover their ears against the assault of Castiel's voice.

The ringing settled in Dean's ears and everything was quiet. There was a loud buzzing in his head that was undoubtedly the work of Castiel's screaming and it churned his stomach when he finally allowed himself to open his eyes.

The hunter expected to see his friend bloody and broken in the circle, perhaps dead. But nothing prepared him for what he saw when he opened his eyes.

Wings. Four actually.

"Oh my god Cas," He heard Sam whisper in awe and undisguised horror at the sight.

Cas was still in the middle of the holy fire, but his body was curled into a ball, his hands intertwined over his head as the new appendages quivered as they attempted feebly to fold themselves back into their owners body, twitching away from the burning fire.

"Thats better," The black eyed woman sighed, closing the small book and returning it to her back pocket. "Metatron has plans for you angel and you were ruining them."

"You son of a bi-"

"I don't have any orders for you, Metatron is not concerned about what is going on in Hell," She turned back Cas with a wink, "Good luck hot wings."

And she was gone.

Dean and Sam slammed into the concrete floor beneath them, Dean lifting his head immediately and shoving himself up and carefully approached the now doused holy oil. Despite the fact that the fire was now non existent, Castiel hadn't moved, still curled in as his wings spasmed again as they seemed to move on their own accord.

"Dean,' Whispered Sam, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder, stopping him from moving any closer. "Be careful."

Dean just nodded and stepped over the ring silently before kneeling next to his friend. Now only inches away from the angel he could hear him taking deep and shuddering breaths, his trench coat was covered in blood where the wings seemingly pushed through his skin.

The hunter carefully took his hand and started to place it on the angel's shoulder until he stopped mid air as Cas looked up from his position, teeth bared and ground together, his eyes wide and frightened.

"Don't. Touch. Me." He growled out, dropping his head again with a deep breath as if he was trying to compose himself.

Dean backed up a bit, his hands in the air as he tired to look as non threatening as possible.

"Its ok Cas,' he whispered, taking in the raw man in front of him. He had never seen Cas this unwound before and he never wanted to see it again. "C'mon, tell me what to do, man.

"Just don't touch them."

Dean nodded, motioning to Sam to come closer. "Cas, can you walk? We need to get you back to the Bunker."

Cas shook his head, lifting his eyes to meet Dean's. "I am unsure. The human body was never made to support these appendages."

Dean looked over the heavy set of wings, there was a large primary wing set on top covered in thick white feathers. The pair underneath were smaller in scale but made up of dark grey plumage. The tips of the wings look seared from the holy fire and it made his stomach sink.

Dean scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Can't you just, I dunno, put them back in?"

Cas lifted himself with monumental effort to his knees, his hands clenched on his thighs as he struggled to stay up right. He looked at Dean in undisguised frustration, his eyes still bright with pain and confusion.

"Does it look like I can just put them back?" He spat out the last part angrily. Dean tried not to take Cas's venomous looks personally, if anyone knew about lashing out it was him.

"Sam, help me get him," Dean commanded, walking around to Castiel's side as the angel tried desperately to stay up right as the wings quivered helplessly at his side. They kept brushing the floor and immediately lifting up as Cas winced; any pressure or touch seemed to be uncomfortable and Dean wasn't sure how they were going to move him without jostling the massive appendages.

"Um, where do I..." Questioned Sam, awkwardly trying to find a clear space to put his hands to assist the angel, still in obvious awe of the celestial wings that he was finally able to see.

"Just don't touch the feathers Sammy, lets get him to the Impala," Dean offered, putting a hand underneath Castiel's arm and place other hand as a steadying hold on his chest as they lifted.

Castiel groaned as he was helped from his knees, his vessel unable to keep to the immense pinions upright as they drooped as dragged to the ground. He gasped, gripping Dean's other arm and leaning on his heavily, his breath coming out as short gasps.

"You ok there man?"

Castiel shook his head, "Just please, get me out of here. I am vulnerable in this state and am unable to defend you."

Sam scoffed as they shuffled to the door, which seemed to have moved further away from them since they walked in only a few minutes before. "Lets just worry about you Cas, any clue on how to fix this?"

Dean could tell that the angel was trying to concentrate as they neared the door, "I am unsure. I have only heard stories of this happening. Nothing like this has happened in over a millennium."

They stopped at the single door, the Impala sitting just outside, gleaming in the sunlight.

"So, the door..." Sam observed, taking into account the large wingspan that was currently dragging behind them and the measurements of the door that they were able to walk in easily before.

"Just be careful," The angel breathed, rolling his shoulders as he seemed to attempt to bring the wings closer to his body, tucking them in as close as possible.

The older hunter walked through first, Castiel putting his hand on the door jam to get keep him steady as Dean pulled open the door as far as it would go and placing a large rock at the base to prevent it from swinging closed.

"Alrighty feathers lets take it slow."

Cas made a face at the name much to Dean's chagrin; Cas took a deep breath and pushed himself through the small space, allowing the younger Winchester to let go of him as cried out as the wings were pressed and pulled through the opening. Dean watched him teeter and hurriedly grabbed his upper arm and steered him towards the Impala.

"Sam get the door!" Dean shouted, the heavy seraph testing his strength as his knees began to buckle.

"How the hell are you going to cram him in there Dean?"

"What do you wanna do, tie him to the top of the car?" Dean snapped back, feeling the muscles in Castiel's arms tense as they reached the car.

"That would be unadvisable as the drag from the wind against my wings would create-" Cas started, still wobbling but his brows were drawn tightly as if he was attempting to find the merit of tying him to the black Impala.

"Dude, not being serious. Just duck your head and cram in," The older Winchester cutting him off with a wave of his hand. He palmed the familiar weight of the Impala's keys in his right hand as Castiel seemingly wedged himself into the back seat of the car, looking more than uncomfortable as the two sets of wings pressed against the windows and around the angel.

"You okay?" Dean huffed, setting down in the front seat and starting the car quickly, looking back in the rearview mirror and seeing nothing but grey and white feathers.

"Just please-drive quickly," Castiel ground out, his forehead breaking out into a sweat despite the cool October weather.

"You got it," Dean switched the car to drive and spun the tires, putting as much distance between them and that damn warehouse as possible.

SPNSPNSPN

Dean kept glancing back in the rearview mirror; Cas was wedged in the back seat with an cold look on his face. The hunter tried not to wince with the angel every time they hit a bump or pot hole while the angel closed his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly.

"You alright back there Cas?" Dean asked allowing himself to throw a look behind his shoulder.

The angel just nodded stiffly, his body rigid and unmoving while the wings however were constantly trembling and vibrating against his seat. At one point Dean was sure he felt a few brush along his neck, but when he went to swat at the annoyance they were gone.

Dean tried to keep his face neutral as the angel stumbled down the steps to Bunker, the wings dragging in the dirt and foliage as he trudged through the door.

"I'll start looking into this,' Sam said as soon as the door was shut and locked behind them. "You got this Dean?" He asked, his eyes falling on the massive wings that quickly took up space in the dining room.

Dean startled at the sound of his name, but nodded never taking his eyes off Castiel who had his head bowed and had resigned to keeping his hands on the sturdy table to support him.

Sam took off to the study leaving the two there in an uncomfortable silence.

Clearing his throat, Dean pulled out a chair and sat down across from the angel who still had not bothered to look up. His chest was still heaving as if he had just ran a marathon.

"What can I do Cas?"

"I don't know," Cas bit back, his nails biting into the hard wood of their table. "Exposing an angel's wings is dangerous. My human form is not equipped to handle them and yet my grace still sustains them."

Silence again, Dean mulled over his words carefully before opening his mouth again.

"Well, they look kind of bad ass dude," Dean admitted, not lying even a bit though he had hoped the words would lighten the mood a bit.

Cas huffed out a short laugh and inclined his head, "Thank you Dean."

The hunter nodded and went to stand, circling the angel carefully, taking in the tattered coat and still leaking blood from where the wings met bone and flesh.

"We gotta get that coat off of you, see the damage and go from there," He finally said, opening a drawer behind him and grabbing a pair of sturdy scissors. "I'll cut it off unless you think you can mojo it away."

Castiel shook his head, "My grace has been weakened considerably."

Dean took that as consent and stepped around the quivering wings carefully, noticing how they shied away from the scissors as he bent down to grab the tail end of the tan trench coat.

"Keep the wings out of the way alright?" Instructed Dean, cutting up the seam carefully not to nick the other clothing or skin.

Castiel just nodded, his breath catching at Dean made his way to the middle of his back where the scissors were having a difficult time cutting through the blood drenched fabric. Dean found himself hmming quietly to distract the angel, though he didn't know why.

When he reached the back of Castiel's dress pants he remembered the thick, white button up that was also in the way. Nervously he untucked the back of Cas's shirt from his pants, which garnered him a look from the angel that was thrown over his shoulder.

"I'm not getting fresh man, the shirt needs to come off too."

Castiel nodded, and if Dean wasn't so caught up in being completely embarrassed he would have noticed flush of red that had crept up Cas's cheeks that matched his own.

The coat was cut in the middle of now hung off of Cas's shoulders and the joints of the wings where they had made their sudden and graphic appearance. Dean made a quick job of cutting through to the joints of the wings; the cold brush of the metal shears barely brushed the base of wing but Castiel sucked in a deep breath and immediately went rigid as his wings flared out in panic.

Dean stepped back with his hands up, "Whoa, holy shit Cas I barely even touched it!"

"I told you they are sensitive!" The angel snapped, his anxiety barely contained as he struggled to control the new appendages.

"Ok, shit I'm almost done," Dean said gruffly, taking the two pieces of the now ruined jacket and carefully letting it fall off of the other man's body.

As soon as he did so he nearly had to step back in awe. The wings fanned out as the material brushed down the sides of them and without the bulky coat and thick collared shirt Cas's muscular body was on display with the wings at full span as if they sensed that they were no longer confined by the stiff clothing.

"Holy shit," Dean whispered, unable to form any more words coherently.

"Dean?" Came Cas's gravely rough voice, obviously anxious upon hearing the words that Dean had uttered.

"Uh yea,' Dean shook his head, shaking himself out of his revere before stepping closer; the angels back was a mess. The skin that had been broken in order to make way for the new bone and feathers was split and still leaking crimson. It had thankfully slowed to the point that Dean didn't feel like he needed to worry about the celestial being bleeding out. "I'm gonna grab some rags. The break isn't pretty but I don't think I wanna dare stitching any of that until we know what we're dealing with. I dunno if there are new nerve endings or something now."

Cas nodded his head in agreement and as Dean turned to walk off he noticed the angel's legs shaking in their attempt to keep him upright. Dean rolled his eyes and drug the chair he had been sitting in and spun it around so the back rest was facing the table.

"Sit," He commanded, gesturing to the chair. Cas looked at Dean and then at the chair dubiously before finally moving enough to straddle the chair and settle with a relived sigh, wrapping his arms around the back of it and settling his head on the head rest.

The hunter came back with an arm load of medical supplies and a bottled water.

"Here," he said, shoving the bottle into Cas's hands. "Drink and take these,' he commanded before handing him a few over the counter pain relievers.

Castiel took them without question, wincing as the water went down his dry throat.

The older Winchester found himself crouched behind the angel with an few antiseptic dipped gauze in his hands.

"Alright, made sure those things don't freak out on me,' he whispered, attempting to keep his voice as calm as possible as he could see the ghost bumps rising on the angels skin as his hands hovered over the unmarred parts of his back. "I'm going to fix you up but you have to stay still alright?"

Castiel nodded as his shoulders tensed in an effort to keep the wings from moving and Dean set the rag carefully on the broken skin around the base of the white wings.

He didn't get very far; unless you could how far he flew across the room when the wings suddenly flared up and beat so rapidly that the force of the wind threw him back against one of the book cases. If he wanted to count small miracles it was one that was blessedly free of any weapons so only the large volumes of dusty encyclopedias had broken free from the shelves.

"What the hell happened?!" He heard Sam's voice as he ran into the room hearing the commotion.

Two of the four chairs had toppled over, a painting had fallen from the far wall and of course Dean was now grunting as he attempted to free himself from the avalanche of old books.

Cas was holding onto the chair with a death grip, his eyes clenched so tight it looked like it hurt.

"Cas? You okay?" Sam asked, rushing over and placing a concerned hand on the angel's shoulder.

"Don't worry," Dean mumbled as he straightened his back with a painful crack and pop, "I'm fine over here, really."

"I cannot control them," Cas broke down finally, "I'm sorry Dean, this is much more inconvenient that I had initially realized."

"Listen," Dean says, rolling his shoulder with a grimace. Those books are ridiculously heavy and just as dusty. "Lets just hose you off and go from there ok?"

Sam raises an eyebrow incredulously, "Hose him off? Dean he isn't a dog."

Dean rolls his eyes and gestures to the wings, "Well obviously dumb ass, but as long as we clean him up I think the wounds will close up. Beside's I don't know about you but I am not going near those things again."

"These things you are so flippantly referring to are an extension of my grace," Castiel reminded him, his eyes squinted as he regarded the human before him. "But I do agree, I believe even the small bit of stolen grace should heal the wounds. But I will need holy water to purify the wings, normal water will only taint them further."

Throwing up his hands Dean smiled, "Finally getting somewhere!" He turned to Sam, "Sam go pray yourself up some holy water and meet me in the gym showers."

"The gym showers?" Castiel asked in confusion. To his knowledge the only places that the Winchester's used to clean themselves were the private baths located in each room.

"Oh yea we have huge showers in the back of the gym. You can um, ya know, stretch your wings out and shit," The second sentence caused Dean to stumble for some reason, his tongue not seeming to want to cooperate with his brain for any reason. It might have had something to do with the thought of Cas with steam rolling around him, his wings outstretched and nearly touching the-

Fuck.

He shook his head quickly. His friend was hurt and he was acting out some sick fantasy about his very male friend's celestial appendages.

"Dean?" Came Cas's voice again, rough, deep and questioning.

"Um yea, so lets start moving you down there," Dean walked around the chair and offered an arm to his friend who took it after a moment of searching the hunter's face. For what Dean didn't know.

Without the clothing rubbing against them, Castiel's wings seemed to be able lift themselves from the ground so only the vary tips of the second pair of slate colored wings brushed the floor.

Dean kept throwing backwards glances to the sullen angel who had kept his head downwards and the wings pulled as close to his body as possible in the narrow halls. Without his trademark trench coat he seemed smaller, more exposed and vulnerable. He had his arms wrapped around him, the tips of his fingertips kept brushing the tops of his wings almost lovingly.

Dean didn't say anything, he felt like whatever he had to say would not quite cover what he was thinking or even help to soothe whatever Cas was going through at the moment. Dean understood that the wings were essentially an extension of the grace that was inside Cas, an actual manifestation of the celestial wavelength that made up the seraph. He had no idea what that felt like, to have your soul bared like that. It almost felt blasphemous to look at them.

Dean opened the double doors to the gym and let the dejected angel walk through first. Cas looked around the gym, the mirrored walls on one side and the high ceiling proved a perfect space for Castiel to stretch his wings without bumping into a wall.

"Through that door," Dean motioned to door in the far corner, "I'm gonna get that holy water so just get situated."

Castiel nodded and moved to the bathroom, still looking curiously at the equipment as he passed them.

Dean opened the door to find his younger brother walking up towards him with two large jugs of holy water, the rosaries still floating at the bottom of the plastic jugs.

"This enough?" Sam asked, setting down the containers with a thud.

The older Winchester shrugged, "Not like I have ever had to do this before Sammy."

Sam nodded, digging his hands into his pockets, "Do you need help or..."

Dean scowled and shook his head, shouldering the jugs. The thought of someone else watching Cas with his wings, touching them...it made a pit in his stomach open.

"Naw I got this one man, hit the books for me though ok?"

"Yea sure," Sam responded, walking back from the way he came.

Dean struggled to open the door with the jugs of holy water, crossing the light wood floor and opening the glass doors to the showers was exercise in itself. Maybe he should lay off the extra bacon.

"Cas you about read-" Dean found himself staring with his mouth slightly ajar at the image in front of him. Castiel had his back turned to Dean, his wings opened wide and the tips resting against the adjoining stalls. His bloodied, dirt smeared pants had been thrown in the corner and now the only thing covering the man was a white towel wrapped loosely around his narrow hips. "Um, so I guess you can't do this yourself can ya?" He cleared his throat, adverting his eyes and setting down the jugs on the wooden bench that wrapped around the large showering room.

"It would be difficult. Any assistance you would be willing to offer would be appreciated," Cas replied softly, not looking Dean in the eye. "If it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Dean forced himself to shrug and smile as he unscrewed the tops of the water containers.

"Just helping you out Cas, nothing to be uncomfortable about. Just uh," he gestured to the towel, keeping his eyes fixed on the holy water. "keep that thing in place alright?"

Castiel nodded, the one hand that was not bracing himself against the white tile went to hold the towel tighter around himself.

Dean walked towards the angel cautiously, the jug in one hand and a terry cloth in the other.

"So I just pour it on?"

"Carefully if you please," Cas nodded.

The hunter let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and pour a large portion of the water in a large glass, he was able to get a better grip on the glass instead of the jug and risk pouring the entire container over Castiel's sensitive wings.

"Ok, I'm starting," He warned, placing a nervous hand just below the new wing joint. He pressed gently against the blood smeared, pale skin before allowing the holy water to drip onto the broken skin.

Castiel groaned, immediately lurching forward and leaning heavily on the cool tile as the holy water cleansed the wound and washed away the blood and grim. There was not such a violent reaction as last time; his wings stayed thankfully still besides a slight tremble as the water once again hit the joint and the smaller feather around the base of the thick bone.

Dean ventured further up the wing, noticing as he was closer the ruffled feathers that the smell of holy oil and fire had marred the wings. Smears of dirt and dribbles of blood smattered the white feathers and crusted the tips of more than a few of the larger primary quills.

The holy water seemed to be doing the trick though, the smell and the dirt seemed to melt away as the water beaded down the tops of the wings. Dean was standing on his toes in order to reach the highest joint there.

He found himself watching the smaller muscles in Castiel's back contract as the water once again hit the wings, he may not be as muscular as Sam but he had muscle tone hidden underneath the baggy clothing.

"Can you um, stretch this one out a bit,' Dean asked as he circled around to the front of Cas. "I need to get the second pair."

Cas just nodded and bit his lip as he forced his physical body to obey the command. The grey wings spread under his instruction, the smaller ones towards the tip were burnt. Dean winced as he realized those were the ones that bore the brunt of the holy fire ring when they were first brought forth from Cas's grace. He was kneeling now, careful to avoid getting his knees in the water that churned murkily down the drain in the center of the room.

The hunter caught Cas biting his bottom lip as the water splashed onto the inner feathers.

"Cas you okay man?" He asked concerned as a groan broke from the angel's pursed lips. Castiel just nodded hurriedly, his eyes still closed and his forehead nearly touching the tile wall at this point.

Dean took him at his word and continued to cleanse the under wing.
There was one feather towards the end that was burnt badly, twisted against the others with what looked to be a small twig bent among the quills. He did it without thinking; he reached forward and carefully maneuvered the stick out of the burnt feathers, using his fingers that had been covered in holy water to straighten the injured plumage.

The effect was instantaneous. Castiel gasped, his wings beat lightly and curled up to him in retreat, Castiel himself moved away from Dean and ended up bumping into the wall behind him, his breathing erratic.

"Dude, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Dean apologized promptly, the cup that had been holding the holy water dropping to the wet cement as he backed away from the alarmed angel.

Castiel didn't answer him, just stood there with his blue eyes wide and the wings curled in as close as possible to him.

"Listen, I'm sorry ok?" Dean exclaimed, holding a hand out to show that he wasn't going to touch again. "You had something stuck and I just took it out, I wasn't even thinking."

The angel took a minute to nod, his wings relaxing a bit.

"I apologize for reacting like I did,' he replied, his voice rougher than it had been moments before. "These wings leave me vulnerable, your touch is very...intense."

Dean just nodded his understand, moving to twist the caps onto the holy water and nearly dropping them when he saw how low the towel had ridden on Castiel's hips in his desire to get away. His hip bones stood out in sharp contrast to the rest of his muscular frame, while a sparse line of dark hair disappeared into the towel-

"Dean?" Came Cas's apprehensive, gruff voice breaking his train of thought.

"Yea what? Just putting these up. In case we need them again," He covered, wiping some of the excess water that had splashed on him from his brow.

"Thank you for your assistance. I feel better," Castiel resigned, his shoulders sagging a bit with what the Winchester hoped was relief.

"Yea no problem man, just dry up and meet me in the library. We can see if Sam has anything."

Dean didn't wait to hear Cas response but rushed out of the bathroom that seemed to have gotten smaller and smaller the longer he was in there alone with the angel.

He quickly made his way down the hall to the library, wiping his damp hands on his over shirt and wishing away all thoughts he had on the blue eyed angel out of his head.

"Sam, tell me you got something," He exclaimed upon seeing his younger brother surrounded by dusty texts and large volumes that were obviously written in enochian.

"Yea I got something," He sighed, closing a particularly heavy text, "But its not necessarily good."

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "When is it ever. Give it to me."

"The wings are so sensitive and freaking out because they aren't Cas's. They belong to the angel that he hijacked that grace from," Sam explained, running a hand over his face, looking forlorn. "Its not going to get better, Dean. The grace is doing everything to compensate for the wings being visible now, without that the extra weight could cripple him. We need to get rid of the grace and the wings will die away."

"You want to jack Cas's mojo? Again?"

"Dean, he will be dangerous and vulnerable like this. If those wings are injured or anyone gets a hold of him they can kill him. They are a liability."

Dean sat down hard in the leather chair, "We're not doing that to Cas, not after everything he's already been through."

"Maybe we should give him a choice. He wasn't doing that bad as human you know."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yea I'm sure the slushie machines will never be the same without him."

Sam gave him his token bitch face before pushing aside the stack of books, "Listen, talk to him or whatever I'm going to bed. But you gotta know that Metatron knew what he was doing when he sent that demon to cast that spell. He knows that without that grace Cas will be human again, but this is way worse than before."

The older Winchester sighed, "Yea, I got it."

"So you tell him tonight, or I will tell him in the morning."

"Tell me what?"

Both Dean and Sam turned to find Castiel, still shirtless but wearing a pair of worn jeans that barely fit, the loose band riding low on his waist. His wings were cleaner, the white feathers almost glowing in the over head lighting.

"Sit down Cas," Sam said, pulling up a chair for the tired angel.

"Is something the matter?" Castiel asked anxiously, his gaze falling on Dean.

"We gotta find a way to get rid of those wings Cas, you aren't safe with them out," Dean explained, getting straight to the point as he couldn't bare the look that the angel was giving him.

"I realize that, I thought I had told you so in the first place," Castiel replied, clearly confused by the brother's unwillingness to share the information he obviously already knew.

"You don't understand Cas, those wings aren't yours. They belong to the angel you stole the grace from. Whatever spell that demon whammied you with not only made the wings visible but your grace is slowly going to break down with all the energy it is expending keeping those wings visible," Sam made clear, leaning forward on his knees and trying to keep his voice low and steady.

"So the grace is-"

"Its gonna kill you Cas, unless we can figure out how to reverse whatever she did." The older hunter interjected.

The angel opened his mouth then closed it, his eyes falling to the ground. His dark brown hair still dripped with condensation from the shower, his skin raising from the cooler temperature of the library.

"Then we must find a way to rectify my mistake. Before I hurt anyone else."

"Dude the only one you are hurting is yourself," Dean reminded him, of course that bit of knowledge did nothing to ease the ache in his chest.

Cas looked up at the two men with surprise, "You have seen many angel's die. How do you think my passing would any different?"

Dean and Sam both looked at each other in shock. Dean hadn't been thinking about that. When any angel they had seen die a massive shockwave is produced, what would happen to an angel with volatile, hijacked grace do?

Cas seemed to realize that the impact of the situation had just hit them.

"If my grace collapses while I am in the bunker I could destroy everything."

AN: So this was just supposed to be a fluffy, h/c long one shot and then BOOM! son of a bitch grew a plot.
Goddammit.