Castiel was an idiot when it came to relationships; the angel hadn’t felt the touch of a human in close to eons. But then you came along, and all of that seemed to flip like a coin. Castiel had to have you, and have you he did! Castiel was yours, you were his, and he was as happy as a clam, problem was that Castiel was .. clueless. But in a way that made him more puppy-like, and curious.

As you and Castiel laid in bed, his hand went to wander down your back, finding no wing scars. “How come you have no scars?” He asked softly, he had thought everyone had wing scars like him, that everyone had lost and regained their wings like he had. His eyes were narrowed in confusion, his head tilted to the side with confusion.