Sam found him cursing around his finger in his mouth and feathers in hand, both looking all the bit confused at one another. “What’d you do?” Dean waved the bloodstained feather in his direction, still sucking the blood from the wound. “…Please tell me you hurt yourself on something else.”
“Hello, bloody feather here.” He pressed his finger to his pant leg to slow the bleeding, staining the fabric at his knee. “Does it look like I didn't touch it?”
Or, where Dean succumbs to an unexpected curse and grows wings. Castiel helps.
- Part 1 of Cursed Wings
“So tell me ‘bout this ‘magic cure’ of yours.”
“Do you really want to know that?” Castiel whispered into his ear, nipping playfully at the lobe. “Or would you be more interested in what I dreamt about last night? About us, specifically.”
- Part 2 of Cursed Wings