Pleasure

A/N: I just wanted to say that this is my favorite Supernatural pairing, and also that I found I love wing!sex.

Totally forgot my disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural fandom nor do I make any money from this.

It was a demon who started this. Castiel had been injured enough to 'ruffle his feathers' quite literally by a high powered demon. The angel had barely managed to get away, appearing before the man who's life he had saved, the man he has pulled forth from the pit: Dean Winchester. "I am in need of your assistance." Castiel had rasped out before collapsing in the older Winchester's arms.

"Cas!" Dean cried, holding the angel close. And that's when they appeared, Castiel's wings. They appeared in a flash, much like Castiel always did. His feathers were ruffled and disorganize, blood smeared across them. They were a deep, rich black and extended maybe 40 feet each if they were to be fully extended.

"Please, stop the bleeding. I will die," Castiel whimpered in Dean's arms, helpless to end his own suffering.

Dean nodded and soon he fixed Castiel up; he bandaged the wings, stopped the bleeding, laid Castiel in his bed, and watched over him through the night, making sure to keep an eye on Castiel's fever so it wouldn't get worse. The younger brother was out hunting alone while Dean stood vigil. It had been this way for days now.

Later, when he was changing the angel's bandages, Dean discovered just how sensitive the wings really were. Castiel lay sleeping on his stomach, his wings folded against his back. Dean took one gently in his hands and unwrapped it slowly. In awe, he smoothed out the ruffled feathers sensually, concentrating on making them glossy and neat. Then, he heard it – Castiel was groaning. At first, the older Winchester thought the angel was in pain, but then he noticed the way Cas was whimpering his name softly, begging for something.

"Please," Begged the wanton voice of a sleeping Castiel, "please, so good Dean." Then, the angel's wing started to quiver.

It was then that Dean realized what Castiel was begging for – the angel was being aroused by his wings being stroked. Dean looked around cautiously, then back to Castiel laying on the bed. The hunter could feel his own dick pulsing hard through his pants, begging to be touched, but he didn't move to relieve the pressure. Instead, he licked his too dry lips and began to stroke Castiel's wing once more, weaving his fingers through the feathers, running his palm around the bone that ran the length of the wing at the top.

The angel squirmed but did not wake. He panted, groaned, moaned Dean's name in his sleep. His wings began to quiver and shake, showing just how turned on he was. Then, much to Dean's surprise, the angel cried out sharply, and the Winchester could tell the angel had cum, hard. Dean never spoke of this event to the angel, never whispered a word. From then on, he only touched Castiel's wings when the angel was awake.

Dean had been dreaming that night. Dreaming of pleasure in ways he couldn't possible imagine. Pleasures of the flesh, indulging in the lust he felt – lust for a heavenly being. When he awoke, he was covered in sweat, panting hard. He was not gay, he kept telling himself. What had happened that day, weeks earlier, when he had stroke Castiel's wing until the angel had cum did not make him gay, did not make him a fag, he repeated this over and over again to himself.

Still, he reached down into his boxers, stroking his painfully hard erection. He prayed that Sam did not hear him, prayed that Castel would not show up needing them. In his mind, the angel was before him, doing unangelic things to his body; his mouth, wrapped around the Winchester's cock, sucking, his eyes boreing into Dean's own, willful lust shining brightly in them, making Dean moan as he stroked his cock. He cam hard and fast, crying out his angels name in his mind. Dean was careful to not say it tonight, or the next night. He was always careful every time he stroked himself to not yell in need for the angel he so desperately wanted.

Castiel hadn't shown himself in days. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Finally, Dean couldn't contain himself any longer. Sam was gone, out with a woman – Sammy, his brother, out with a woman while he sat in a dingy hotel room alone. Dean had stroked his cock for so long, but it wasn't enough, he couldn't cum. He was teetering on the edge of his rapture but it eluded him. Growling in frustration, Dean's resolve finally faded.

"Castiel, get your ass – "

"Hello Dean."

Dean jumped as the angel's voice whispered from behind him, across his ear. The hunter whipped around and seized his angel by the shoulder. "Show them to me, show me your wings," He growled, slamming Castiel against the wall.

Shocked into silence, the angel did as requested after a moment's hesitation. His wings spread as much as they could in the cramped space and Dean smirked looking over them. His erection throbbed painfully in his jeans, and in that instant he knew he had to be buried deep within Castiel. "Dean?" The angel questioned before Dean roughly turned him around, pinning his face against the wall

Dean took his time. His hands ran the length of both the wings, and Dean found this was one of the more sensitive parts. "I been wanting to do this to you for months," The Winchester growled into the angel's ear, his breath coming out hot and heavy.

With wide eyes, Castiel shivered and he felt an unfamiliar feeling in his more private area. He cock began to twitch and stiffened painfully. It needed something, anything – what, Castiel did not know. Panicked, he fled from Dean and ignored the desperate calls for his return.

Dean did not touch himself for weeks after this.

But then, Dean's prayers were answered when Castiel appeared before him a month after the Winchester had jumped the angel.

"Why?" Was all the angel said to him.

Dean thought about it long and hard. Why did he want Castiel so badly? He did not know the answer to that question himself. "I don't know."

Castiel fell to his knees, looking to the ground, never looking Dean in the eyes. Dean would learn that every time Castiel would come to him like this, the angel would not be able to meet his eyes, too ashamed, or perhaps to afraid that if he did meant Dean's eyes, he would lose his nerve and flee. "Please," The angel begged quietly, "Please touch them again." He hadn't stopped thinking about the hunter's touch on his wings since it had happened. He needed to feel it again so bad, he could already feel his dick swelling at the thought. He spread his wings for his charge to see, his eyes shut in shame – shame for giving into the demon lust.

Dean did not feel shame though. No, seeing Castiel before him like this just made the hunter want him more. "I will touch them," he started slowly, licking his dry lips, circling his prey until he was behind the angel, "If you return the favor." Dean held his breath.

After a long silence, Castiel hung his head. "Anything you want," His wings quivered wantonly, "just please touch them,"

And Dean obliged, he stroked his hands along the sensitive bones first, slowly massaging the delicate flesh there. His dick throbbed in beat to the wings quiver and he dropped to his knees. "God Cas, the way you're wings shutter when I touch them…" He gripped one hard and Castiel cried out in pleasure, falling forward. He held himself up on shaky hands and knees. "It just makes me want to fuck you more."

"Please," Castiel whimpered, "I don't think I can…please don't stop though!" he cried out the last part as he felt the ball in his stomach tighten painfully, getting closer to whatever it was that it needed to be satisfied.

Dean smirked and moved his fingers to the area where the wings protruded from the angel's back. "I can wait until you are ready for that. But you still have to get me off when I finish." He growled in response.

"Please Dean not there! It's too sensitive…something's happening!" The angel didn't know what was happening but a fire coursed through him, making his vision blur. Dean didn't stop however, he continued to massage the ultra sensitive area until Castiel was sobbing with his release. It raged through his body and soaked his pants. He fell, unable to hold his weight any longer. He tried to keep his eyes open, but it was so hard. There was a voice, worried, calling his name. But he couldn't hold on any longer. His human body needed sleep.

Dean was freaking out. "Castiel!" He cried, as he turned the angel over. Shaking Castiel's shoulder's, he cried the angel's name again, but he didn't stir. "Please Cas. Please be ok."

It only took an hour for the angel to wake, a pleasant hum vibrating throughout his body. He turned his head and saw Dean sleeping in a chair not far from his bed. A blush arose upon his cheek and his stomach churned. Would Dean be mad that Castiel didn't reciprocate his actions? Instead of waiting to find out, Castiel walked over to the hunter and dropped to his knees before his Winchester. Careful not to wake the human, Cas unbuttoned and unzipped the other man's pants and reached inside, finding a half hard dick waiting for him.

Dean awoke groaning. He looked down and almost cam right then at the sight. Castiel – his angel – was sucking his cock hard and fast, making slurping noises. It was obvious to Dean that the angel had never done it before, but it was the best blowjob the hunter had ever had. He wrapped one hand in Castiel's hair, and the other found the angel's wing.

But Castiel flinched away from his touch with a gasp, "Please, not so soon," He begged before taking Dean's dick back into his mouth.

The Winchester obliged and instead focused on thrusting into that tight, sweet mouth. Even in his dreams, it was never as good as this. "Fuck Cas, yeah, suck it." He growled, holding the angels head in place, ignoring the unintelligible cries of protest that came from the angel. "I'm going to explode, keep still!" Dean cried out loudly, thrusting harder and faster until his vision went white and he was releasing his load in Castiel's mouth – an angel's mouth.