Date: 2010-01-21 12:43 am (UTC)
An astonishing and peculiar kind of heat he's never felt before blossoms through Castiel's body. He stops without thinking, his breath caught in his chest and it makes Dean inadvertently press his hand into Castiel's wing even harder. The heat turns overwhelming and Castiel is forced to tear himself away from Dean. There's a flash of disappointed hurt in Dean's eyes, but it's gone almost instantly.

"Sorry about that," Dean says, his voice thick. Castiel just shakes his head because he doesn't quite trust himself to speak. It doesn't make sense. Of course, every angel likes to have their wings petted. His brothers don't much like his wings, but they love him enough to overcome their disgust at touching them. When Castiel was very young, newly made, Anna used to stroke his wings while he fell asleep. Sometimes when Castiel feels useless and unworthy, Michael pats his wings to boost his confidence. He even likes it when Uriel flicks his feathers in passing just to annoy him. His brothers' touches make him feel safe and loved and happy.

They never made him ache inside.


Oh! How interesting! Poor boys!

"Just wanted to say something," she says and for the first time in their brief acquaintance, Pamela is utterly serious. "Only fools refuse free gifts."

"I don't understand," Castiel says slowly when she doesn't clarify.

"Me either," Pamela admits with a shrug. "But you should remember that."


Oh! That sounds quite interesting.

I just love this version of Castiel. He's just so eager to do his job and yet so clueless. What a great combination!
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