Balthazar-
A sigh passes your lips as you look disappointedly to your drawing of an owl.

"Are you alright love?"
Balthazar walks into your art room, with your requested f/d, and sets it on your desk.

You get up from your comfortable position on your window seat, and move over to your boyfriend.

"Nooo...." you groan as you wrap your arms around his waist and lean your head against his chest.
"I can't draw fgeathers... and I can't find a clear enough reference.."

A chuckle rumbles from the angel's chest as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

"You could use my wing feathers for a reference if you want."

Your eyes widen at his offer, and you pull away from him as he makes his wings visible.

An adoring smile adorns his lips as you fawn over his snowy-white wings, and he steers you back towards your sketchbook.

"Come on love. You don't have all day."

Castiel-
You hum softly as you slowly sway to your music.
Your hands grab another dry plate, and you make your way over to the cupboard with the ceramic dish.

Something warm wraps around you, and a startled squeak leaves your lips as you drop the clean, white plate on the dark, hardwood floor.

"It's me." Castiel snaps his fingers, and the shattered plate appears whole and stacked on top of the others in the open cupboard.

"Cass! You have to stop scaring me like that!" You turn around to punch his chest angerly, only for him to be standing five feet away.
But the warm feeling is still around you.

"Uh.. Castiel?"

The angel looks slightly guilty as he faces you, and as he opens his mouth to speak, the warm feeling leaves.

"I apologize for startling you, those were my wings you were feeling."

Understanding rushes through you, and you nod your head.
Then a single question pops into your head and out of your mouth before you think about stopping.

"Can I see them?"

Castiel's gaze goes sad as he looks down.
"They are broken and ugly.. It is best if you don't."

Your face falls as Castiel downgrades his wings.

"Please Cassie?"Your voice takes on a pleading tone as you approach him, and you take his hands in yours.

"Are you sure?"
His voice is quiet as he looks you in the eyes, and you nod your head quickly.

"Yes! I'm positive!"

Castiel hesitantly steps back, and his wings slowly become visible.

Just as he said, they are broken, and stained. But to you, they are beautiful, and majestic.

You reach out, and gently caress his left wing, noting the broken bones and messy feathers.

"Cass.. I can fix this."

Gabriel-
Your fingers slide through Gabriel's golden-blond hair.
Untangling the strands as you go.

"Thanks Y/n. That feels really good."
The archangel melts into your touch, pressing his head back into your hands.

You scoff as your fingers leave his hair.
"Yeah?"

"Yep! Can you do my wings next? My feathers are a bit messy."

You eyes widen in surprise as his wings appear in a flash of light without hesitation.

'Uh Gabe?"

"Don't worry! You won't be able to hu-." You press your hand over his mouth in the middle of his words.

"I was just going to say that they're beautiful."

You remove your hand from his mouth and trace your fingers over the large, golden-brown feathered wings belonging to the archangel.

A sigh leaves his lips as he moves to lay on his stomach on the bed, relaxing to your gentle touch.

You start at the base of his wings.
Cleaning and straightening the feathers as you work your way out to the tips.

"That feels so amazing Y/n. Please don't stop."

Lucifer-
"I want to seeee them."

Lucifer groans as you grab his right hand and tug on it, almost making him drop his book.

"Why are you like this..." Lucifer sighs as he moves to lay on the cold floor with his book instead.

"It's youuur fault for buying that wiineee"

Lucifer groans as you sit down next to him, and he reaches one hand away from his book to press two fingers to your forehead.

Within seconds, you're no longer drunk, and a sharp headache hits you smack in the face.
The beginning of a hangover.

"Oh my god Lucifer you dick!"

The archangel only rolls his eyes and goes back to his book.

"Lucypoo..." you resume your prodding. Only less drunk now and more hungover.

Once again, Lucifer presses his fingers to your head to kill your hangover, and you shower him with thanks'.

A few seconds pass, and you start asking again.

"Can I see your wings?? Pleease?"

Once again, another noise of annoyance is heard from the blond, but this time, there's a flash of light, and two hot pink wings appear.

You sit next to him in silence. The brightly colored wings shocking you to your core.

"Um... Lucifer? They're pink?"

He sighs again at your comment, and moves one wing to hit you in the back of the head.

"Shut up. I know."
You snicker at the expression of embarrassment on his face, and use one hand to run your fingers through his feathers.

Lucifer stiffens at first, and a hiss leaves his mouth.

"What is it? Am I hurting you?" You pull your hands away swiftly.

"No." Lucifer's wings follow your hands, pressing against them."Keep doing that."
His voice is urgent as he sets down his book.

"Ok?"