A/N this is for dreamingupastorm 'cause I miss her. Hope you like this!

Dean

"Okay, so get this," Sam started. "There's, like, 6 witches."

"Seriously?" Dean groaned. "That's gonna be a bitch."

"For the two of us, but..." Sam trailed off.

"I'm not calling Cas." Dean deadpanned.

"Dean, I don't see why-"

"I'm just not!" Dean yelled.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine. If you won't, I will. Hey Cas-" he stopped abruptly as Dean slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Don't you dare." Dean hissed.

"Don't you dare what?" Cas asked. Dean jumped, then groaned.

"Hey there Cas." Dean spoke through gritted teeth. "Nothing."

Cas tilted his head slightly and squinted his cerulean blue eyes. "Why did you call me here?"

Sam jumped in before Dean could say anything. "We've got at least 6 witches. We need your help."

Cas nodded. "Of course."

Dean sighed. "We don't need your help. We can handle it."

"But Sam just said..."

Sam slapped Dean's arm. "Never mind him. Cas, we need your help." Dean sighed again but stayed silent.

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Cas

"Oh Castiel, you truly are stupid, aren't you." One of the witches sneered. Castiel stalked forward, angel blade raised.

"Is it you who is 'stupid'." Castiel retorted.

"Ha," the witch barked. Suddenly, she dropped a lit match. Realizing what had happened, Castiel jumped back, narrowly avoiding the new circle of holy fire burning between him and the witch.

"Maybe not as much of a dunce as I thought." The witch snarled. "But you left her time."

Castiel narrowed his eyes, glaring at the witch. She began chanting. "Per dominum potestate Satanae vocat alas Castiel angelus Domini in hunc modum . Quibus verbis si angelus tetigerit tergo pinnis erumpet in hunc mundum ad minimum quatuor dies manere . Nonaginta sex horas duravit ista maledictio . Ecce Castiel angelus, maledicti sunt !"

(A/N for any of those who want to know what that said, I used google translate to Latin: By the power of the great lord Satan, I summon the wings of Castiel, angel of the lord, into this dimension. By these words, if one touches this angel's back, his wings shall break forth into this world, to stay for at minimum four days. This curse shall last ninety six hours. Behold, Castiel, angel, you are cursed! )

Cas felt the curse settle on him. Shit. He watched as the witch stabbed herself in the heart. Not good. Now the curse wouldn't go away.

Not many knew, but if a witch took her life swiftly after placing a curse, the curse was irreversible. Confusing as it was, that was the truth. And why that curse? Confusing.

But Cas was worried. Of course he understood every word. He just had to avoid being touched on the back. No one could see his wings.

Lost in thought, Castiel didn't notice the witch behind him chanting. Are you fucking kidding me. Another curse. The witch stood in a circle of holy fire, leaving him helpless to stop her.

"Maledicam Castiel angelus Dei gratus esse nequit ipsam deserere ducis Decani Wintoniensis ubi nonaginta sex horas ." She finished. "There!" With that, she stabbed herself in the heart with a poisoned knife, dead before she hit the ground.

Fuck. This just got harder. Cas could already feel the curse taking affect, a gentle tugging sensation that slowly got stronger, probably as Dean moved away. Castiel tried resisting, until he felt a sharp pain in his gut and a force shove him in the direction of Dean.

Castiel climbed to his feet and trudged towards Dean. There, he saw him pinned against the wall by one of the witches' magic. He ran at said witch and stabbed her, releasing Dean from the spell.

"Thanks, man." Dean went to clap Castiel on the back. Cas flinched back, narrowly avoiding Dean's hand. Too close.

"Uh, you are welcome, Dean." Castiel started walking away. "We should find Sam."

Dean nodded, walking in the opposite direction. "He went this way." Cas hurried after him, not wanting Dean to know about the curse. Stupid Castiel. You let yourself get cursed.

"Sammy!" Dean ran up to Sam, who was lying on the ground.

"I'm good Dean. She just knocked me down. Behind you!" Dean turned, but Cas already had it, stabbing the witch.

"Thanks again." Dean grabbed Sam's hand, pulling him up. "You sure you're okay?"

"Dude, she literally just threw me around. I'm fine." Sam rolled his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yup. I ganked one, then one snuck up on me. Cas stabbed that one. C'mon, let's burn these bitches." Dean grabbed the one Cas had killed and began dragging it to the room where the two he had killed were. Sam grabbed another one, carrying her over his shoulder.

Cas followed. "I'll come with you." Sam offered, setting the witch down, gesturing to the room Cas had been in. Cas bit his lip, nodding.

Cas went in first, wincing as he saw the holy fire was still burning. Sam walked in and raised his eyebrows. "So you obviously didn't kill that one."

Cas shook his head, continuing over to the other witch. Suddenly, he gasped in pain, doubling over and grabbing his stomach. "Cas?" Sam ran over to him.

Dean must have started back to the impala to get gasoline and salt. Cas managed to straighten up and tried to keep walking, but it was as if there was an invisible wall. The burning sensation returned, increased and more insistent.

"Cas, buddy." Sam went to grab Cas.

"Don't touch me." Cas hissed, the force pushing him towards the door. "Get the witches." He stumbled to his feet, still resisting the pull. "I'll be right back." Cas slowly walked out the door, leaving a confused Sam.

Sam grabbed the witch in the holy fire, and then returned for the other. He piled them on top of each other, and waited for Cas to return. Cas came back moments later, no Dean.

"Okay, what was that about." Sam pushed off of the wall and stood in front of Cas.

Cas sighed. "Curse." He mumbled.

"Curse?" Sam widened his eyes. "Are you going to be okay?"

Cas nodded. "It's just 4 days."

"What is it?"

"It is not of import."

"Cas," Sam said, warning in his tone.

"Fine. I must stay near Dean." Castiel avoided eye contact.

"That's it?" Sam breathed in relief. Noticing Cas' silence, he sighed. "Of course that's not it. What else."

"I can't tell you." Cas went to turn his back on Sam before thinking better of it. Instead, he took a step back.

"Cas, it's okay. You can tell me." Sam said gently.

Cas averted his eyes. "Fine. But you can't tell Dean." Sam nodded. "If, um, if anyone touches my back, my wings will come out."

"And?" Sam asked, confused.

"You can't see my wings. Or Dean." Cas deadpanned.

"Like, we'll die, or you don't want us to."

"Sam, you don't understand. Last time someone saw my wings... No. Just, don't touch me, okay?" Cas shivered.

"Okay," Sam nodded. He looked like he was going to say something else, but just then Dean walked in. "Took you long enough."

"Wouldn't have if you had put the salt where it was supposed to be." Dean tossed Sam a container of salt. Sam rolled his eyes. Cas stood there awkwardly, waiting for something to do. "You're still here?"

Cas shifted uncomfortably. He couldn't exactly leave.

"Yeah! I invited him to stay with us. They only had a three bed motel room. Well, it's more like two bedroom, but whatever. He's staying." Sam jumped in. Dean glared at him, mumbling under his breath. "Great! Glad that's sorted out. Cas, come pour some salt."

Cas glanced gratefully at Sam.

"Alright, that's good. Let's light it up." Dean announced. He dropped a match on the bodies, his eyes reflecting the fire light.

Another unnoticed time skip, this time brought to you by tumblr.

Dean

As soon as they got to the motel, Cas rushed into the room with one bed. "Okay, something's wrong." He turned to Sam. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you." Sam took off his coat. "He just needs to be left alone."

"Right. That's not happening. Either you tell me, or I go talk to him."

"I told you, I can't tell you. I promised Cas."

"Then I'm going to talk with him." Dean walked over to the door.

"Good luck with that. Angel, remember. He's not gonna let you in easy."

"Whatever." Dean brushed Sam off.

"Well, I'm not gonna be here for this. See you later." Sam got up from the seat he had occupied for all of 5 seconds. "I'm taking your car."

"But-" Dean protested.

"Your idea." Sam reminded him, taking the keys out of Dean's coat, where it hung by the door. "See ya later."

Dean huffed, turning back to the door. He tried turning the doorknob, surprised to find nothing blocking it. He opened it, seeing Cas sitting on the bed, back to the door.

"Cas?" He asked gently. "What's wrong?"

"Please go away, Dean." Cas didn't move.

"Cas, something is wrong." Dean persists. "Just tell me."

"I cannot." Cas mumbled, but turned to face Dean.

"Why not?" Dean asked. "Was it in the fight? Did one of the witches curse you?"

Cas flushed. "Something like that."

"What is it? Is there more than one?" Cas nodded once more.

"I- I cannot leave your general presence." Cas mumbled. "And another thing."

"It's fine, buddy, not your fault you got cursed." Dean reached out and grabbed Cas' shoulder.

Castiel screamed, lurching away Dean. Maybe that wouldn't count? Maybe his fingers didn't brush my back?

No such luck. Cas could feel his wings beginning to force their way out of his back.

"Cas! Cas! What's wrong! What did I do?!" Dean yelled, grabbing Cas' shoulders again. That only made the pressure worse, his wings reacting to Dean's presence.

"Go away!" Cas yelled, trying to pull out of Dean's grasp. "Just go!"

"What? I can't just leave you!" Dean finally let go, but remained in the room.

Castiel could feel his wings about to break through his skin. Trembling, he undid his trench coat. He dropped it to the ground, beginning to shake more.

"Dean, please just leave me alone." Cas' voice shook. His wings were burning under his skin. All he wanted to do was curl into a ball and let it all out, but he fought the feeling. The relief wasn't worth Dean hating him. He couldn't let Dean see his horrible wings. He clawed at his suit jacket, trying desperately to get it off. Finally, he succeeded.

"Cas," Dean trailed off. "Something's clearly wrong. Why won't you tell me?"

Cas couldn't hold it in anymore. He fell to the ground, trying not to scream as his wings tore through his skin. His wings shredded his shirt, feathers sprouting all over.

"I'm sorry," Cas mumbled, on his hands and knees, wings finally out, curled up and around his body. Realizing what had just happened, he started shaking.

He looked up fearfully at Dean, who was staring at his wings. He stood up quickly, pulling his wings behind him.

He started backing away from Dean, finally hitting a wall. He was trembling, waiting for Dean to start yelling.

Dean started walking towards Cas. Castiel took steps back, backing himself into a corner.

Dean kept coming closer. Cas' whole body was shaking by now, his wings tucked behind him. They kept knocking against the wall, sending spams of pain down his back.

Cas weakly out two hands out in front of him in an attempt to stop Dean from coming closer.

Dean finally stopped in front of Cas, about one foot in front of him. "Cas?"

"Please don't hurt me." Cas whimpered, his eyes shut firmly.

"Why would I hurt you?" Dean reached out and gently grabbed Cas' face, trying to get him to look at him. Cas shook his head, eyes still firmly shut. He tried to pull out of Dean's grasp, but Dean didn't let go.

"They always do." He whispered brokenly.

"Who always hurts you?" Dean finally let his hands drop.

"The angels." Cas whimpered, trying to turn away. His wings had finally stopped fluttering as much, but they still moved restlessly. "And- and everyone else."

As a result of trying to turn away, several feathers had peeked out. Dean reached out. He softly brushed his fingers over the threads. Castiel jerked his wings away from the touch.

"Dean," he whimpered. "Please don't touch my wings."

Dean scrunched his eyebrows together. "... Okay."

Cas sighed in relief. He tucked his wings behind him, and finally opened his eyes.

Dean gently grabbed Cas' hands, pulling him slowly out of the corner. Cas resisted at first, still scared that Dean was tricking him. No one could see his wings without hating them.

Dean persisted, finally coaxing Cas to the bed. He sat him down, settling himself next to the angel.

He tried to put his arm around Cas to comfort him, but he flinched away from Dean's touch.

"Cas," Dean started. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Cas shook his head. "I can't believe you."

What did I do?" Dean said desperately. "How can I fix this? You used to trust me..."

"It's not you." Cas said, tears in his eyes.

"Then what is it?" Dean whispered. "What's wrong?"

"M- my wings," Cas stuttered. "They're black."

"Aaaaand?" Dean drew out the word.

"Black isn't," Castiel shivered. "Black isn't acceptable."

"What?" Dean drew back, searching Cas' face for a sign of a joke, though he knew he'd find nice. "Why?"

"No- no one has ever had pure black wings. I'm seen by the other Angels as a, a freak."

"Oh Cas," Dean reached out to hug him, before thinking better of it and withdrawing his hands. "I'm so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing? You've done nothing but be kind to me." Cas sniffles, pressing his wings to his body.

Dean pressed his shoulder against Cas'. "I'm not apologizing for me. I'm sorry you had to go through whatever those dicks did to you."

Cas smiled weakly at Dean before gently pushing him away. "Whenever you're ready, I'm here, okay?" Dean got up. "You can tell me more about what happened, we can talk about shit, or just sit with each other. Whatever you want."

Cas glanced up at Dean, a small smile playing on his face. "Thank you."

Dean last view of Cas before he closed the door was the angel wiping away a tear and turning away, his beautiful wings encapsulating the angel.

The next morning, Cas didn't come out of his room.

Dean sat with Sam, vaguely explaining what had happened.

"You triggered his curse?" Sam said incredulously. "Seriously?"

"I didn't mean to!" Dean out his head in his hands. "I pat his back and his wings popped out and he freaked out and he won't talk and I don't know what to do! Sam, what do I do?"

"Okay, okay, calm down." Sam grabbed Dean's shoulders. "Go offer to talk to him. It'll be okay."

"But what if he won't talk or-"

"Then you sit there." Sam interrupted. "I'm going out. I'll text you in a while." Sam stood, grabbing his coat as he walked to the door, closing it gently behind him.

Dean sighed, trying to work up the courage. It wasn't like he'd never done anything scary before. Hell, his whole life would be considered terrifying.

But this was Cas. Cas was different. Cas was... Cas. Too blue eyed, wonderful, beautiful Cas. The Cas Dean was slowly falling for. Dean shook his head. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about that.

Dean breathed in slowly. He walked towards Cas' door. He paused. Dean raised his hand, heart pounding. Quickly, before he could lose his courage, he knocked.

Moments later, a muffled "come in," sounded.

Dean slowly opened the door. "Hey Cas."

Cas (yes weird spot but it makes sense later.)

"Hello Dean." Cas said glumly. "Why are you here?"

Dean walking in fully, shutting the door behind him. "To talk."

Castiel didn't say anything, just continued staring at Dean from his seat at the headboard. Dean fidgeted, averting his gaze. His eyes wandered over Cas' wings, which were spread against the wall behind him, bending slightly as they hit the walls and ceiling. They twisted as Dean watched them.

"I, um, I can't keep them folded. They cramped." Cas muttered, drawing Dean's eyes back to his. "Sorry."

"No, no, it's good. Whatever you're comfortable with." Dean said. Cas flushed a deep red, wings fluttering behind him.

"Can I come closer?" Dean stood there, shifting awkwardly. Cas nodded slowly. Dean walked over to sit on the opposite corner of the bed. Cas shook his head, moving his legs slightly, inviting Dean to sit across from him.

Dean raised an eyebrow, but moved to sit across from the angel, trying to keep his eyes off his wings.

"So," Dean began. "Talking."

Cas looked away. "How about I ask you questions, and you answer them? Is that okay?" Dean asked. Cas nodded.

"So, um," Dean scrambled for a question. "Why did you freak when I saw your wings? And I know it's more than the other Angels just don't like them."

Castiel froze, his whole body tense.

"Cas? Cas, it's okay if you don't want to answer it. I'll think of a different question." Dean said, worried.

Cas shook his head, silent. Finally, he took a deep breath. "The other angels, when I say they didn't like my wings, I mean they hated them. Others had dark plumes, both the others' wings were always dispersed with other colours, beautiful patterns. I am the only one with pure black wings. They are hated. And- and because of their hatred, they, they-" here his voice broke. Tears began spilling from behind closed eyelids. Cas wiped at them furiously, embarrassed to have let Dean see him be weak.

He felt strong arms carefully wrap around him. He froze once again. Dean's lips brushed by his ear. "Its okay. Its okay. I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. Relax. If you need to be done talking, that's okay. We can just stay here."

Cas slowly relaxing into Dean's embrace, letting his wings droop slightly.

Dean wiped away his tears. "You're okay."

Cas nodded, beginning to pull away away from Dean. Dean responded by holding him tighter.

"Dean please let me go." Cas could feel his panic begin to set in. "Please please please."

Dean completely let go, trying not to let his hurt show on his face. Cas noticed, wincing at the thought that it was his fault. He hurt Dean.

"I'm sorry." Cas whispered. "I- I can't..."

"It's fine, Cas." Dean shook his head. "I wasn't thinking."

Cas could feel tears threatening to fall once more. "Dean, its not you."

Dean raised his head. "What do you mean?"

"When, when I was young, about 500 years old," Cas took a deep breath. "I have to explain a bit. They hated my wings very much. The other angels thought they were a curse. They, they hurt me. Just small things, too rough in games, shoving me around. But, I had one friend. She- she didn't care about my wings. We played together. She always jumped on me, hugging me tight. One day, I was crying in the garden. My parents had just beat me for not cleaning my room. I- I disappointed them. They beat me for whatever I did wrong. She- she came and hugged me tight. It was so... Normal.

"The next time I saw her, she was different. I brushed it off. But, she came up and hugged me tight. Like she always did. I laughed, asking her to let go. She didn't. Other angels came out from around us. She held me while they beat me. They took angel blades and they- they-" here Cas cut himself off with a sob.

"Oh Cas," Dean said, lightly placing his hands lightly on Cas'. "I'm so sorry."

Cas shook his head. "I still do not understand why you are apologizing."

"I'm not. I'm feeling sorry for you." Dean gripped Cas' hands tighter. "Are you okay?"

Cas nodded. "I- I think I can finish. My parents just watched. I- I blacked out. I couldn't take it. Gabriel told me they all left. He was there when I woke up. He helped me heal my wings, but I have scars."

Dean leaned against Cas, doing his best to give him a hug without trapping him in his arms. Cas rested his head on Dean's, taking comfort in the human's closeness.

Dean noticed tears dripping on his head. Gently, he pulled back, reaching to wipe away Cas' tears. "Its okay." He whispered, making Cas cry harder.

"Can I hug you?" Dean asked desperately. "I don't like seeing you like this."

Cas nodded hesitantly. Dean wrapped his arms around him, careful to avoid his wings. "You're okay. I'm here. You're okay."

Cas shook, tears still streaming down his face. He slowly shifted his wings so they draped over Dean, nearly completely covering him, their soft plumes barely touching him.

Dean didn't move, waiting for Cas to do something.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, holding him close.

Just then, Dean's phone buzzed. He jumped in surprise, accidentally knocking against Cas' wings.

Cas jerked his wings away, eyes wide. He tensed, not realizing that Dean had been surprised.

Dean unwrapped his arms. Cas squeezed his eyes shut. Stupid Castiel. Why did you let your walls down. He's going to hurt you, just like everyone else. He waited for Dean to start hurting him, punching him, ripping his feathers out. He was shaking. He knew there was nothing he could do to stop him. He flinched when Dean made contact with him.

Dean gently ran his fingers through Cas' hair, trying to soothe him. "Cas, Cas, it's okay. I was just startled. Sam texted me."

Cas slowly opened his eyes, peering at Dean. "You aren't going to hurt me?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Dean said softly. "You okay if I see what Sam said?" Cas nodded.

Sam: Hey did you fix things yet?

Dean: Almost but you texted and surprised me and now we're back to square 1

Sam: Shit sorry

Sam: Hey when should I come back

Dean: Whenever but you're going out again tomorrow

Sam: K c u in 10

Dean sighed. "Sam's coming back in 10 minutes."

"Okay." Cas replied shortly.

"We'll continue talking tomorrow, okay? And you can come out. Sam won't touch your wings, I promise." Dean stood, offering his hand to Cas.

Cas looked at it warily. "Maybe later."

"Whatever you're comfortable with. I'll come check on you in a bit. And again in the morning. Sam's got out again tomorrow, so we can just talk, okay?"

Cas nodded, was curling around his body. Dean sighed, closing the door behind him.

***

Dean

"Cas? Can I come in?"

"Yes."

Dean opened the door to find Cas in the same position as yesterday. He went and sat across from him, mirroring his actions from the day before.

Cas' wings were draped across the bed. Dean watched them in awe, resisting the urge to touch them.

Cas watched Dean's eyes, noticing how they kept darting back to his wings. He slowly moved his wings so they rested next to Dean, as if inviting him to touch them.

Dean looked up at Cas. "Wh- what are you doing?"

Cas shrugged, not quite sure himself.

"Can- can I touch them?" Dean asked, fingers twitching. Cas nodded slowly, shifting his wings so they lay across Dean's lap.

Dean ran his hand over the feathers, tracing his finger over the spine of one of the larger dark plumes. Cas gasped, wings fluttering.

Dean withdrew his hand. "Did I hurt you?"

"N- no. But on second thought, maybe you shouldn't touch them..." Cas didn't move his wings away though.

Dean looked slightly disappointed, but nodded his head. Dean carefully inspected Cas' wings, thoroughly fascinated.

"What's this?" Dean asked, pointed a long white line that showed through the dark feathers.

"M- my scars," Cas reached over and adjusted his feathers to hide it. As he did so, more scars were revealed. Cas flushed red, trying to cover them all.

"From when..." Dean trailed off, already knowing the answer. Cas nodded, looking away.

Dean ran his finger along the largest scar he could see, completely forgetting Cas' warning not to touch his wings.

Cas shuddered, wings pressing gently against Dean's hand.

"D- Dean," Cas whimpered. "You really shouldn't do that."

Dean glanced at Cas' face. It showed no sign of distress. He didn't want to remove his hand, but he had to respect Cas' wishes. He slowly eased his hand away, Cas biting his lip until there was no more contact. It was only then that he relaxed.

"Sorry," Cas muttered. "My wings."

"I'm sorry. I completely forgot. God, I'm so stupid."

"No, I'm Castiel."

Dean laughed. "Yes you are." After a few minutes of silence, Dean broke it. "So why didn't you want me touching your wings?"

Cas fidgeted. "Just because."

"Cas, there's nothing wrong with whatever reason you didn't want me touching your wings." Dean pressed. "You can tell me."

"They're sensitive." Cas mumbled.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. Please just drop it." Castiel muttered.

"Alright." Dean glanced around the room. They stayed sitting there for a while, Dean smiling softly as he watched Cas' eyes droop. Could angels sleep? Apparently, yes, they could, Dean discovered. Cas' chest rose and fell softly as the angel breathed. His wings were lax, his hands resting comfortably on his stomach.

Of course it couldn't last.

Cas started mumbling in his sleep, then his wings shot out, nearly knocking Dean off the bed. "Cas? You okay?" Cas didn't answer, but he began thrashing in the bed.

Moment later, he started shouting. "Dean! Why! Dean, please! Don't leave me here! Dean!"

"Cas!" Dean yelled. He reached out to shake him awake. "Wake up! You're asleep!"

Cas suddenly shot forward, grabbing Dean by the collar. "I trusted you! You left me! To them!"

"Cas! Cas! That was a dream! Let go of me!" Dean struggled under Cas' grip. "You fell asleep!"

Cas jerked back, eyes wide. He looked at his hands, his shaking carrying out to his wings.

"Hey, hey, Cas, its okay!" Dean knelt across from Cas. "It's okay!"

Cas kept crying.

"Cas!" Dean yelled. "What am I supposed to do!"

Cas just cried harder. "Can I hug you?" Dean asked. Cas shook his head. Dean racked his brain for something to do. Finding nothing, he did the first thing that came to mind.

He leaned forward and kissed Cas.

A/N there's at least one more part.