Dean randomly finds wings on his back. Wait what? Wing!fic. Slash. Destiel.

My life is crap. There is no other way to define this precise moment. Sure, there have been bad times here and there but nothing could have prepared me for the ultimate displeasure at the state of my life right now.

"What the fuck?"

I'm standing in front of the mirror in our hotel bathroom, disbelieving what my eyes are trying to resister as truth.

"Sammy! Get the fuck in here!"

Sam comes rushing over and nearly tears the door down.

"Dean! What's the matter?" he stops frozen in his tracks but his eyes wonder all over the room before settling on me.

"Dude, not funny." Sam crosses his arms, "I don't see anything."

"Okay, that proves it. I'm crazy. Send me to the loony bin." I slumped down onto the toilet seat and hid my face in my hands.

"Dean, what do you see?" Sam knelt down beside me.
I turn sideways so I can see my back in the mirror's reflection. "I have... I ha... I have wings." Such words I never imagined myself to say.

"What?" Sam said double-checking his vision, "I still can't see anything... But you can..." I nodded. "What color are they?"

"Well they are, uhh white and feathery. Like a goddamn Christmas tree angel." I looked away.

"Can you feel them?" Sam asked quietly.

"I don't know. I just saw them in the mirror when I walked in here, now I see them there on my back." I slowly reached my hand to touch a feather. It's feathery just as it looks. What is odd is that I feel my finger with the feather, like as if I was running my hand through my hair, except of course, it's a wing.

"Yeah, I can feel it." I said to Sam.

"May I try and touch it?" Sam asked.

"Uhh sure." Sam reached his hand out but he was nowhere near my wing. I guided his hand to the feathery mass. I felt his hand on my wing. He wiggled his hand and I felt my feathers ruffle under his touch.

"Dude, don't do that."

Sam looked saddened, "I don't feel anything."
We shared a brief moment of awkward silence.
I cleared my throat, "We should call Cas, he should know more about this than us."

"Yeah." Sam replied, "Oh by the way, I've got breakfast."

"Awesome."

After breakfast and my constant struggle for a comfortable sitting position, we started to pray for Cas.

"Uhh, Castiel. It's me, Dean. We have a problem and we really really could use your advice... This is not a joking matter get your ass down here right now!" Cas appeared in front of me.

"I'm here." Cas said bluntly.

"Yes, I can see that."

"Dean. Why do you have wings?"

Sam got up from his chair and said, "We were hoping you would know. What I mean is, are they angel wings?"

"Yes." Cas replied before hastily looking away and blushing.

"Cas, how come you can see my wings but I can't see yours?" I asked

"It's because I'm hiding mine." Cas sighed and faced me, "Forgive me, I'll ask around and see what I can do for you Dean." then he vanished.

"Now what do we do?" I asked. Sam just shrugged.

"We lie low until we know what's going on."

"If lying low means that I should stay inside, could you at least get me some pie while you're out."

"Sure." Sam laughed as he grabbed his jacket on his way out the motel door.

I huffed to myself. To be honest though, I actually wanted some time alone. I want to investigate the latest addition to my body. I went back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. They're still there. Cas confirmed that I am not insane. They're still folded behind my back. I hadn't tried to move them yet. I'm gonna try this now. Maybe it's just like moving an arm. My left wing spreads a bit. The feathers underneath the fluffy ones look much cooler. They resemble something like warrior or tribal feathers. Each of them are still perfectly white. It feels more natural to open both wings at the same time. So my left and my right wings spread open. Holy motherfuck they are huge. They cover each wall of the bathroom and they aren't even spread out to their full length. I am simultaneously scared and amazed.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I asked out of sheer wonder.

"This is not your fault Dean." Cas was standing in the bathroom's door frame.

My wings react instinctively to shelter myself. "Damnit Cas, one day you're going to give me a heart attack."

"Uh Dean. Please uh, fold up your wings. They're a little overwhelming."

"Okay..." I eyed Cas suspiciously as my wings found a comfortably place on my back.

"I suppose there is no easier way of telling you so here's the truth. I gave you those wings Dean."

"Wait, what? How?"

"It's a similar to how Gabriel alters his environment and manifests things from thin air. I am an angel just as he is."

"So wait, YOU made this." I said gesturing to my back.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'd prefer if I didn't answer that question. The problem is resolved and now I will remove your wings." Cas stepped forward. I stepped back.

"No way, you're not getting out of explaining this." I push Cas onto a chair and I sit on the edge of the bed.

"I take no pleasure in explaining my actions. However because I foresee no other option here it is. In my subconscious I must have placed a thought into to action when it should have remained a thought."

"You thought about me having wings?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well you think about a lot or things but they don't necessarily come true. Right? So how come this?"

"I do not wish to disclose that information."

"Cas. Why did you think about me having wings?" I began to unfold them. Cas blushed and looked away. "Cas look at me. Why do I have wings?" My wings encircled the room and the tips of my feathers brushed Cas lightly on his shoulders. Cas' breath hitched as one feather touched his neck. "Tell me Cas." I brushed my feathers over his eyes and down the sides of his face. I was teasing him now. He breath was hard and ragged.

"It's bec-cause. I find you very arousing with wings." Cas closed his eyes and leaned into the touch of my feathers.

I was shocked for a second. Now I'm extremely pleased.

"Were you having a wet-dream about me Cas? Were you masturbating and thinking about me Cas?"

"Yes." Perhaps he meant yes to both. My wings are continuously molesting his face.

Right then Sam walked in through the door. Cas yelps and tries to rise from the chair. My wings hold him in place.

"Sup Sammy? Cas is here, he couldn't figure out what's going on. Didja bring the pie?"

"Yeah here you go." Sam hands me a take-out bag. His hands pass through my wings like as if nothing was there. Sam sits down on the chair across from Cas. While poor Cas is trying his best to keep a straight face. He's gripping the armrests of the chair so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

"Cas, you alright?" Sam is legitimately concerned.

"Yes... Sam, I'm alright." Cas sends me a death glare. I simply respond by hovering one of my wings over his crotch. Cas' eyes widen and he shakes his head, pleading me not to. I do. I press my wing fully onto Cas. He gasps. In one swift motion he grabs my wings and pulls it off of him as he jumps from the chair.

"I have to go." and then he's gone.

"What's up with Cas?" Sam asks.

"I haven't the faintest."
I say that with enthusiasm. Yet I can still feel where I had touched Cas on the ends if my feathers. It feels like a warm tingly sensation, I kind of like it.

I was dying for another Destiel wing fic, so I wrote my own.

Hope it's satisfactory.

-RannaLi