castiel and gabriel, once both happily settled into the bedrooms of their respective winchesters, frequently get into arguments over whose winchester is better.
however, one day this argument takes an unexpected turn
cas is talking about how dean always makes sure the room is clean and nice for him, when he pauses and then says “…actually, dean does spend a LOT of his time cleaning. in fact he vacuums very loudly, sometimes when I am trying to sleep. it’s distracting.”
and gabe just goes, “RIGHT?! and sam always tells me he’s going to take a quick five minute shower, but then leaves me waiting for ages while he spends an hour washing his hair!”
and all of a sudden their fight over whose winchester is better becomes a massive millennia old angel bitchfest about whose winchester is WORSE
“dean always chews with his mouth open and talks while halfway through eating. it’s very unappetizing.”
“sam prefaces every sentence with ‘according to the lore’, even during sex! that’s not hot at all!”
*KICKS THE MOTHER FUCKING DOOR OPEN AND STALKS IN*
…..Dean illustrated that a little too well for my own tastes.
ANYWAYS.
God I fucking love this so much okay, this is exactly my jam, my THING, and dammit there will never be enough world where I get enough wing!kink.
And just, like, Sam has no idea what he’s doing and he is mortally afraid of hurting Gabriel, despite, yanno, the whole archangel thing. So Gabriel talks him through how to groom his wings properly….
So Sam is so, so, so gentle. Gentle and careful and he slowly combs through the feathers, massing as he goes, and Gabriel just ends up melted completely against him, slumped in either Sam’s arms, or in the bed, small little pleased hums escaping him as Sam works his way through his entire wings.
And afterward, Gabriel’s wings are SHINING and Gabriel can see, just a hint of what they used to look like and before he even has a moment to feel ashamed of how darker they’ve gotten since heaven, Sam is whispering how beautiful they are, and how incredible and how lucky he feels to get to see them, let alone touch them.
Just like that, the self-hatred is gone and Gabriel is preening, showing them off to Sam, describing the different feathers, what the parts of the wing are, and other basic care for them, and Sam eats up the knowledge like he does lore, his eyes intense and focused.
Gabriel let’s Sam take care of his wings now, because Sam always ends up making him a puddle of angel-goo. And then cuddling, because no wing grooming is complete without cuddling.
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