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Castiel was sitting on their bed, grooming his wings when Dean came in, with slightly dirty clothes from fixing Baby.
Dean wasn’t surprised to see them. He had seen them many times before.
“After you change, can you groom my wing?” Castiel asked, looking up at Dean. “What, too lazy to do it yourself?” Dean teased. He changed into a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt. “You know I like it when you do it.” Castiel replied. “Alright, alright lay down then” Dean rolled his eyes.
Castiel laid down on the bed spreading his wings. They were so big they went over the edges of it.
Dean sat next to Cas and started gliding his fingers through them from the place where they met Castiel’s skin. Cas hummed as Dean went on.
“You like it that much?” “It’s nice, to have someone else do it once in a while.” Dean smirked and continued to stroke Cas’s wings, straightening some weird angled feathers and plucking out some lose ones.
“So what do you wanna do later?”
“You have that date night you promised me.” Castiel replied sleepily. “Ah, yes, tomorrow night then?” Dean asked.
He then noticed that Cas had fallen asleep.
Dean chuckled and slid under one of Cas’s wings and snuggled up beside him.