Final chapter! Thanks to all who read and reviewed!

When Sam finally works up the courage to go back to the hotel room, he braces himself for the worst. He turns the doorknob slowly and inches in, peering out from squinting eyes, expecting to see his brother and Cas going at it. Instead he finds Dean fully clothed, sitting on the edge of a neatly made bed. Cas is nowhere in sight.

Sam raises his eyebrows at Dean and Dean says, "He's in the bathroom." Sam gives Dean a look and Dean continues in a whisper, "Best sex of my damn life."

He winks at Sam and Sam says, "Just stop talking."

The bathroom door opens and a towel-clad Cas pops his head out with a sheepish, "Dean? Can you come here?"

"Sure, baby," Dean says, getting up and going into the bathroom, leaving Sam to wish he didn't hear that last part.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks, shutting the door.

Cas unfolds his wings and shows them to Dean. "They're wet and I can't get them dry."

Dean smiles and picks up Cas's pants. "Put these on, then come outside and I'll help you."

He gives Cas a quick kiss and then grabs the blow-dryer. He heads out of the bathroom, but not before giving Cas a quick slap on the ass, which makes his towel fall down. He shuts the door on an indignant cry of, "Dean!"

Sam gives Dean a look and Dean shrugs before going to plug in the blow-dryer. Cas comes out of the bathroom soon afterward, dragging his wet wings on the carpet, a pissed look on his face.

"Sit," Dean commands, pointing to the bed in front of him.

Cas does, sitting Indian style, his back to Dean. Dean turns on the blow-dryer and begins drying Cas's feather, running the stream of air up and down the wings slowly, taking care to separate the different rows of feathers. He cards his fingers through the sensitive feathers near Cas's shoulder blades. Cas sighs happily and leans back into Dean. Dean grins and stops his drying for a second so that place a kiss to the top of Cas's head.

"Gross," Sam mutters from his spot by the doorway.

"You want gross?" Dean asks.

He tosses the blow-dryer onto the bed and tilts Cas's head back before reenacting the kiss from the Spider-Man movie, except with a lot more tongue. Cas moans into his mouth and Dean nips at his top lip, before pulling away with a wet popping sound.

He gives Sam a wink and then picks up the blow-dryer, resuming his drying of the feathers. Sam makes a face and tries not to look at the expression that is currently on Cas's face. This thing between his brother and the angel is going to take him a long time to get used to.

"You know we're gonna have to make a few changes," Dean muses, drying Cas's primary feathers.

"Changes how?" Sam asks.

"Changes for these," Dean replies, stretching out Cas's wings, "These bad boys are defiantly gonna draw some attention."

"I don't care," Cas mutters, "I want people to see them. I want them to ask about them, so that I can tell them about you, Dean."

Dean rolls his eyes, "You're a sentimental dick, Cas. People are gonna take one look at your wings and then all hell's gonna break loose."

Cas sighs. "I know, but I don't see how we can hide them."

"What about this?" Sam asks, grabbing Cas's trench coat off the floor.

"Think it'll fit?" Dean asks, turning off the blow-dryer.

"Worth a try."

Sam tosses the coat to Dean and Dean slips it onto Cas. It covers the wings fairly well, it just looks oddly bulky. Cas turns about, twirling and feeling how the wings lay under the fabric.

"It's not the most comfortable," he says, "But it'll do."

"Hang on a sec," Dean says.

He runs over to his bag and pulls out one of his t-shirts and then his pocket knife. He flips the blade open and inserts it into the fabric of the shirt, tearing a long slit that runs lengthwise across the back of the shirt. He goes over to Cas and takes the coat off him, freeing the wings momentarily before pulling the shirt over the angel's head, taking care to mind his wings. Cas gets the hint and moves his wings so that they poke through the slit.

The slide out of the shirt, and Cas flaps them experimentally. "That's nice."

"Thought that might work," Dean says happily, giving Cas a pat on the shoulder, "You can wear that around when it's just us."

Cas grins and fingers the shirt. It smells like Dean and it makes him giddy. He grabs Dean by the coat collars and pulls him in for a passionate kiss, winding his wings around Dean in the process. Dean grins against his mouth and proceeds to cup Cas's ass, giving it a squeeze. Cas sends love into their bond, which Dean returns, and it's the best feeling Dean's ever had. He feels complete, whole, and he has Cas to thank for it, so he sends that thought the angel's way and gets Cas's hands in his hair and the angels' tongue in his mouth.

They can both hear Sam say, "Ew" but neither of them care.