Good gosh, has it been 5 years.

Not going to lie, the comments and reviews persuaded me to finish this little story. Thank you for all your support. Please enjoy the final chapter of "Fun with Feathers"

Dean's got wings! Worked as an angel, but now Castiel has him tied down to a bed, Ohhh myyyy~

One minute, I had my whole existence conditioned for me. As a mindless warrior with a thirst for slaughtering demons and seeing their blood spew in showers. The next, I'm tied down to a bed in a motel room with a gorgeous man sitting on top of me. There's nothing I want more than to be consumed by his overpowering essence.

Cas' dark wings glimmer as they extend towards me. The tips of his wings brush my chin and my neck. His tender touches make me squirm against the enchanted restraints. So this is what it feels like to be teased mercilessly. Cas sits aggravatingly close, his thighs straddle my waist, but with my hands bound, he is too far away.

"Cas, please. I need you." I plead.

My wings fold so they graze his naked back. He shutters at their touch, and I feel his warmth radiate off his skin.

"Dean... Dean." Cas' voice sounds so guttural, his voice coming out low and deep.

"Dean, this is important. They will try to call you. They will try to summon your grace away from me."

"I'm not going anywhere." I gesture with a slight tug on the restraints.

Cas smiles. "Angels are all about free will. Although, my bindings are strong, you could easily break them if you put in the effort." Cas pauses. "In order to fall... you must willingly disobey an order from Heaven."

"Cas," I try my best to sound as comforting as I can, "there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you."

He smiles weakly at this. "Dean. They will pull at your angel side. They can be very persuasive."

"How did you resist them?"

Cas reaches toward me and touches his fingers to my lips. "At the time, there was no place that I'd rather have been than right here, on Earth, with you."

"I guess, you'll have to keep on reminding me... in case I... in case I lose my mind again."

"I promise I will do just that." His fingers are replaced with his tender and soft lips. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation. So warm. Just right. Meanwhile Cas' hands have moved to undo the horrendous atrocity that is the suit I'm wearing. The pants slip down, Cas pulls them through the ropes as if they weren't there. I frantically clench my hands open and closed. I want to touch him so bad.

Just then, "AAaahh" I can't help it. My eyes fly open. Cas' hands caress the inside of my thighs. My mind has an endless chant of Cas's name running on repeat. It doesn't matter that he stopped kissing me. Cas is everywhere all at once. Somehow, the suit shirt and jacket are gone? When did that happen? It doesn't matter because Cas' wings are gracefully touching my chest and grazing over my nipples. His hands roam closer to my most sensitive area.

The ropes holding my hands break. My hands shoot straight to hold his head as I sit up and kiss him fiercely.

His warm hands leave my inner thighs, and I let out a whimper deep into our kiss, only for him to plunge his hands into the mass of my feathers behind me. I gasp.

My wings bristle as warmth consumed my whole body. I reach out to touch Cas' wings. The softness engulfs my hand and Cas arches his back. I feel his arousal, so I grind my hips into his. Cas moans, "Uh Dean..."

I reach for his face but he starts to pull away. No, you have to stay... oh god. Cas has hunger in his eyes as he slides down my body, pausing over my erection. His wings move over us like a feathery obsidian shield and the he takes me into his mouth.

I feel only pleasure. It's intense and it's bliss. I feel as if I've ascended to a higher plane of existence. Higher than Heaven. It's incredible.

I'm riding the waves of ecstasy as Cas swirls his tongue in a steady pulsating rhythm.

I'm on the edge of coming, I open my mouth to let Cas know this, and this is when the call happens.

A strong urge pulls against my chest. The urge to leave and obey the orders. To return to battle demons for the powers of Heaven.

Cas senses this, he grabs my shoulders and holds me down. His full weight is now on top of me, not that it would matter. Even his containment seals on the room could be ignored in order to obey the summoning from above.

"Dean. Stay with me."

His beautiful blue eyes plead to me.

I gaze intently into his eyes and grab his bare shoulders and I say,

"Take hold of me, don't let me go."

Cas smiles and moves his hands to cover my arms, right over his handprint mark from what seems like ages ago. I grip his forearms, and move my wings to surround us both. Cas also encircles his wings around us, a shiny black and pearlescent white cocoon of feathers. I shiver when black feathers meet my white. The touch is gentle. Holding each other like this, we are together, we are one. The call happens again. It's stronger this time. A promise of divine glory. Images of angelic victory play over my eyes. Killing monsters, hunting demons, this is what I'm meant to be doing right?

"Dean." Cas' face returns to my vision.

"I'm here. I don't want to go." But the ache in my chest becomes painful. I know it would subside if I left. I wince as that prickling sensation, probably from the grace, turns into burning. Cas leans down and kisses my chest, still holding my arms firmly. A new feeling emerges. Something coming from where his hands are holding me; but especially from the handprint. It slowly moves along my arms, to my back, my wings and the rest of my body. The burning feeling from the grace lessens, and I heave a sigh, but still don't let go of Cas' forearms. He is panting. This is straining us both. Cas has a fine sheen of sweat covering his face, and in this moment, he is the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on.

"You're so beautiful." I say.

"I love you." He says in a low voice.

"Cas..." I want to tell him exactly how much he means to me. How I've wanted us, for so long. But then, my body is bombarded with another call. The pull is so powerful, I feel both our bodies lift to hover in the air above the bed. Ever nerve is red hot, and I scream. Cas continues to hold tight, his wings pulled as tight as they can around us. A voice rings in my brain. It's Hadraniel's voice, "Nope. I'm not losing one of my best to the Exile." I feel as if a hand invades my chest cavity and snatches at my heart. She's physically pulling the grace, my body and my human soul upwards.

I open my eyes, they have manifested into flames, all I see is white fire.

"Dean." Her voice says, "You're mine."

With my eyes on fire, and both of us floating in the motel room, I tighten my grip on Cas and reply,

"Fuck. Off. Bitch."

The searing pain centers on the grace in my chest. The wispy flow of it stops and suddenly become very heavy. It presses in on my heart, squeezing it. I can't help but screech, a dark charcoal colour starts to spread onto my wings. Starting from my back to reach ever tip of each feather. The fluffy mass turn from snowy white into the same hue as Cas' wings. All noise seems to fall silent as we both gently drift back down to the bed. The pain, just a small throb now. Cas is silently crying. I lift his chin so I can see his eyes.

"Dean... you're in exile same as me now. We can never go back. I'm sorry."

"Cas, I think I'm through with Heaven. Wouldn't want to be there anyway." Only now does Cas release my shoulders, to throw himself onto me with a hug. His arms have very red handprints on his forearms where I gripped him. They'll probably fade. I push him slightly, just so we're face to face.

"Cas, I love you too. And if I'm to spend eternity on Earth, I'd always choose to spend it with you."

I wipe the last of his tears away, and he smiles. God he's gorgeous. He lets out a small chuckle.

"What's funny?" I smile back, it's contagious.

"Now we match." He extends his black wing to touch mine. They glide over each other. Now I start to laugh. Cas turns his head to side, with a cute inquiry.

"It's just. Black wings are much cooler than the fluffy white ones. I like these ones so much better. We look badass." I flex them out.

"Dean.."

I pause, "yes Cas?"

"You have no idea what that does to me."

I lift my eyebrow and look him once over. "Oh I might have some idea."

I roll him over. Finally, I'm on top of him. All restraints that held me down had all come untied. I'm free to do whatever I please to him now. I bite my lip. My wings stretch in a wide display over us. Cas gasps. Yep. There's no place I'd rather be than right here.