Sam flinched away at his brother's words. As much as he wanted the wings gone, with as sensitive as they were he couldn't imagine the pain he'd go through if they tried to physically remove them. Sam could see that look in his brother's eyes, and he couldn't believe he was really thinking about sex when his little brother had just woken up with wings. Though ever since they'd gotten together, sex had pretty much been all Dean could think about. They had a lot of time to make up for.
Dean shook his head a little to rid himself of the thoughts running rampant through his head and shrugged. "We can try? He hasn't been answerin' us so far, dunno if he will now." But he'd try, because he could see just how upset Sam and the last thing he wanted was to see his brother so worked up over something like this. "Okay, let's give it a whirl then."
Closing his eyes, Dean canted his head to the side, brow raised a little. "Cas, hey earth to Cas? He kinda need you down here. Got ourselves a feather problem. Sam's got himself a pair of wings and we'd really like to see if you can do something about it." And then he waited, though he wasn't really expecting a reply.
Sam felt defeated as their angel didn't make an appearance. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. If Castiel didn't know the answer to a question, he tended to avoid it entirely, and this seemed to be no exception. The younger Winchester sighed, sinking onto the bed.
"What're we gonna do, Dean?" he asked, sounding every bit as defeated as he felt.
"I dunno Sammy," he said, feeling disappointed as well that Cas didn't show up when they needed him, though he tried not to hold it against the angel. He had no idea what they did up there when they weren't on earth. Maybe something happened... he hoped not.
"Maybe we should just.. wait and see, you know? They might go away on their own," he said as he sat down next to his brother and patted his leg reassuringly.
Sam ran his hands through his hair, eyes on the ground. His wings shifted restlessly, displaying the changing emotions of the man attached to them. He was afraid, frustrated, hurt, and the tiniest bit pleased. If not for their color, the wings would be magnificent on him.
"Course I do! I mean they just sprouted up outta nowhere when you woke up, right? So it'll probably do the same. One day they'll be gone. We probably just gotta wait it out, that's all," Dean said as he reached out to rub his brother's back comfortingly, massaging the spot between his brother's wings.
Sam let out a low groan, flushing a bit at the sound. Holy crap, that part of him was sensitive. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to focus. He had freaking wings, okay? They needed to be dealt with before he could worry about his libido.
Dean frowned a little at the sound, hand pausing in it's massaging motion. "Sorry, did that hurt?" Becaues he couldn't tell if that was a hurty sound or a 'that felt good sound'. But then he caught sight of the slight flush to his brother's cheeks and... oh. So. It didn't hurt. "You know, I really do think they're pretty awesome, color aside."
"I know you do, De," he said. "But wings would look better on you. Bet they'd be bright white and way cooler than mine." Sam smiled sadly, looking at his brother. He truly adored Dean, the childhood hero worship never fully fading as he aged.
"Naah, I'd rather have black wings," he replied honestly, then grinned. "They look way more bad ass. Not that while fluffy virgin shit you see on tv and movies and crap." Dean kept up the motion on Sam's back, wanting to comfort him but not knowing how.
"We could try to bleach them?" What, it was just a suggestion.
Sam shuddered under his brother's touch, not sure whether he wanted him to let go or never stop. His skin had never been so sensitive before, and he knew it had to be the new wing joints hidden under his skin. Kind of like petting a cat where its tail meets its body.
He grinned a little and chuckled. "Yeah, didn't think that was a good idea either," he said quietly, fingers skating around the juncture where the wing sprouted from his brother's back, along the base of the wing itself, curious.
Sam gave another groan, this one obviously pleasured. "Damn it, Dean," he hissed, though there was no bite in his words. The wing itself was even more sensitive than the joint, Dean's touch feeling electric on his feathers.
"Want me to stop?" he asked, though he didn't. Stop that is, he just kept touching, sliding his fingers through the feathers, touching them gently, then sliding his hand back up Sam's skin to lightly rake his nails over the sensitive skin. "Can't believe you'd hate them, they're so badass looking."
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"Should we call Cas?"
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Closing his eyes, Dean canted his head to the side, brow raised a little. "Cas, hey earth to Cas? He kinda need you down here. Got ourselves a feather problem. Sam's got himself a pair of wings and we'd really like to see if you can do something about it." And then he waited, though he wasn't really expecting a reply.
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"What're we gonna do, Dean?" he asked, sounding every bit as defeated as he felt.
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"Maybe we should just.. wait and see, you know? They might go away on their own," he said as he sat down next to his brother and patted his leg reassuringly.
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"You think so?"
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"We could try to bleach them?" What, it was just a suggestion.
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"No thanks."
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"I look like Lucifer, Dean. He's always shown with jet black wings."
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