Turtle high five
OH MY GOD THEY EXIST
GIMMIE SOME FIN
NOGGIN
DUUUDDDEEE
YES.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Push play when I tells you! (Also, I am Dean…) (NO, this is not like Wincest Sounds, this is just FUN)
The older Winchester let out a heavy breath and pulled back to stare Castiel in the eyes firm, trying to allow his mind to accept it, “Cas… I… Are you sure?”
The angel looked back with those large, blue orbs, nodding just once. “If you would like to touch them… I would have you do so…” he replied, the very suggestion sounding intimate as he made it.
Dean swallowed, eyes dilating as he nodded, “I… Can I?”
Instead of answering verbally, Castiel pulled himself back in to something of a hug, resting his head on Dean’s shoulder. At the same time, he unfurled the wings from around both of them, allowing them to hover in reach of his righteous man.
*Push play*
Dean reached out nervously, running the hard pads of his fingers over the feathers, feeling their soft down against his skin and he nearly closed his eyes, gasping softly at the feel.
Castiel whimpered quietly near his ear, though the noise was certainly not one of pain. The wings fluttered happily against the touch, and he folded them forward slightly, as if leaning in to the affection.
The hunter smiled at the response, eyes wide as he pulled away and walked around the angel to his back, resting a palm between them against the skin of Castiel’s shoulder blades, touching the base of them.
Castiel rolled his head back, the wings fluttering around Dean quite excitedly as he touched near the base, as if tickled or some similar sensation. He bit his lower lip, holding back a noise that he considered just a bit too vocal.
Dean ran his hands outward from the bases, fingers sliding around to the inside of the wings, nails dragging through the small, soft feathers as they grew larger. He breathed carefully, nearly dizzy with surprise.
Castiel swayed slightly, trying to force his eyes back open in order to retain some sort of sentience as Dean did things to his wings that had never been done, making him feel pleasantly overwhelmed.
(A short insignificant scene is skipped here, keep playing and reading. E>)
Dean blinked, pushing the shirt from Castiel’s shoulders before he reached out to touch the feathers once more, fingers caressing them softly as he stared, “They’re…” He smiled and swallowed, “Breathtaking.”
Castiel’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment in appreciation, before he nodded them, wetting his lips slightly before he spoke. “I have… gotten compliments on them before from other angels. I wish I could show you more…”
“Well,” Dean grinned, “I haven’t seen other wings… But these are… They’re nice,” He nearly kicked himself in the shin with that one and began running his fingers along the inside feathers.
Castiel still blushed, even with Dean’s awkwardness. “Thank you,” he replied, the wings moving individually with each touch, fluttering against the hunter’s hands.
Dean nearly felt like a child experiencing water for the first time, or driving in a car. The wings threw him off so much that he wasn’t sure if he could hurt them or not, so he touched as softly as possible.
“They are… very sensitive…” Castiel mumbled. He watched Dean closely, appreciating how he treated them with such reverence and care.
Dean’s eyes followed his fingers and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and brushing his lips over the thickest tuft of feathers on the inside corner of Castiel’s left wing.
The angel let out a soft, hitched breath, his lips parting in a sensual manner as he tried to keep his knees from buckling at the soft touch of lips against the feathers.
The older Winchester turned to look at his face and he felt his body respond to the expression of bliss.
“Dean…” Castiel murmured quietly, watching him. “I… would like it if you did that again…”
Dean smiled, turning to the feathers again as he wet his lips, leaning in and pressing them to the soft down, his hands running along the back ones just on the other side.
