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The quiet crackling of the fireplace in the bunker room was not at all stressful that evening, but on the contrary, it slowed the restless, anticipatory heartbeat to a serene rhythm. A few weeks ago, you found out that Angels' wings were going through a molting process, having found a few black feathers scattered here and there around the bunker. At first, it made you giggle, like... Angel wings molt, like bird wings, animal fur? Seriously? But in reality, from that moment on, you couldn't think of anything else, dying to touch those Angel wings. But how many Angels did you know in your circle? Well, of course, you had to pester Cas with these requests, stuttering about his wings every now and then, at the right or wrong moment. Castiel hesitated for a moment. In heaven, it was considered a rather intimate thing, to touch each other’s wings. So he was flustered about it. And yet… you were his good friend. You were a good friend of the Winchesters. You were supposed to be trusted with this, right? You seemed delicate. So Cas found himself sitting there, his back to you, in the room with the fireplace. The angel was almost bathed in the faint orange light, breathing softly. His face, as always, focused. You were actually a little afraid to touch his wings, Castiel had warned you that they were sensitive. But wasn’t that what you’d been waiting for all this time? A pair of hands crept gingerly up to the large, black wings covered in velvety feathers, and your touch was barely noticeable. Allowed yourself to feel it with one finger. "You know, when I said they're sensitive, I didn't mean this..." Castiel's deep voice cut through the silence that hung between you for a moment. He would say that but it was making him very turned on