Angel wings. They were incredibly… fascinating. It’s what made an angel, an angel. Each angel had different coloured wings, bigger or smaller sizes, and the archangels had more than two

But Cas? His are gorgeous. He has these beautiful black wings, stretching high and mighty when he expanded them. They were silky and soft, had this rainbow like shine to them like a ravens feathers. They are incredibly impressive compared to a lot of other angels wings

But, anyone who wasn’t an angel couldn’t see them, couldn’t see how utterly breathtaking they were. But you? You were lucky enough to be an angel just for this alone. Your own wings are dark blue, shiny and silky, slightly smaller than Castiel’s but still big and impressive.

You and Castiel are together in a relationship and both of you have never felt so happy. You love laying with him, him wrapping his wings around you or you wrapping yours around his. To be held in an angels wings is a comforting and safe gesture, protecting the other from harm.

But one thing you couldn’t resist with being a newly made angel, is touching Castiel’s wings. They were so damn silky and soft, how were you not meant to? You loved the way Cas would get flustered and lean into your touch when you did, angels wings are sensitive after all

So now, Castiel was getting a glass of water, stood at the sink when you snuck up behind him, giving the arch of his wing a gentle kiss. His feathers fluffed up as if to say “yes please”

“Morning, love.”

Cas smiled, his voice monotone and deep as always