Dean was not having a good day. Sam was currently in the hospital with a broken arm and a concussion after a fight with a particularly bitchy ghost. And they were going to have to wait until he got discharged for Cas to heal him because it was one thing to miraculously wake up from a coma or 'turn out not to be that badly hurt' but broken bones after the x-rays had already been taken would be much harder to explain away. Currently he was pacing around their motel room. Sam had kicked him out after he had just about worn a hole in the floor. Sam wanted to be out as soon as possible just as much as Dean did, but if he was going to have to sit there for three days he was not going to let Dean drive him insane in the meantime.

A flutter of feathers was his only warning before Cas was suddenly about three inches away from his face. Dean rocked back on his heels, mildly annoyed. Cas studied him intently, not even seeming to breath (honestly he might not be, sometimes Dean wondered) "Sam will be fine Dean, I'll heal him once he's out of the hospital." Dean sighed at this and nodded distractedly. An odd feeling of warmth wrapped around him making him sigh. It took a moment to realize that A. Cas didn't hug people, B Cas wasn't touching him. Dean frowned uncertainly and concentrated on the feeling. The warmth was concentrated over his shoulders and back like he'd thrown on a jacket hot out of the dryer. What the heck? Frowning Dean reached over his shoulder, the warm feeling skittered across his finger as Cas pulled back looking startled.

"Did you feel that?" he asked, puzzled. His head tilted to the side in that odd way that angels always seemed to.

"Uh, yeah? What is that?" Dean answered, a frown on his face at the loss of the warmth, he'd been enjoying that damn it.

"You can feel?" Cas seemed more then slightly taken aback at this development. Dean had a sudden thought, it couldn't be – could it?

"Cas…was that your wing?" he asked uncertainly. Castiel nodded still looking startled. The warmth brushed over Deans arm. Dean hesitated before reaching out to where he guessed the rest of the wing was. Warmth ghosted over his fingers once more. He frowned concentrating on the sensation, after a moment it wasn't just warmth but the ghostly feeling of soft feathers under his fingers. He pulled back embarrassed. "Uh, sorry." He said Cas blinked and gave him once of those tiny smiles of his that they so rarely saw.

"It is alright Dean. Can you see them?" Dean shook his head, not sure if he'd gone and done something weird again. Castiel gave him a thoughtful look before the feeling of ghostly feathers brushed over his hand again. "Concentrate on what you can feel, you might be able to should you focus." Dean nodded uncertainly and concentrated on the feathers he could feel. It reminded him of that one time he'd gotten to pet a parrot when he was younger, but these feathers were even more impossibly soft then that. But the feeling of heat the down underneath seemed to radiate was the same. After a minute he caught the barest impression of the outline of long feathers out of the corner of his eye. He looked over frowning. After a moment he was able to pick out the arch of the wing. It wasn't solid, not even like ghostly smoke, it was like the light was bending ever so lightly as it passed through something.

"Hu." He muttered to himself trying to focus on the edge he could sort of see. The edge seemed to sharpen as more details faded in the longer he looked. Almost like a wire sculpture of wings now. There was no color or mass really, only the warping in the air that made them look like glass.

The wing pulled away from him, he blinked and looked at Cas, mildly annoyed. He'd almost had it! Cas looked faintly amused. "Don't strain yourself, Dean. You're seeing with senses you've never used before."

"What do you mean?" Cas hummed thoughtfully before trying to explain.

"Although you are perceiving what you are seeing and feeling with physical senses that's not actually what you were doing. It's just how you are used to processing your senses. It was not your hand that was feeling my wing but your soul. Most humans cannot feel passed physical sensations to perceive what their soul can. It's best you leave it for now though, I'm not the only thing you will be able to see now. It would be best for you to adjust to what you can now perceive rather than try to see everything at once. It would overwhelm you." Dean nodded, made sense he supposed, he really wanted to see what color Cas's wings were though. Still weird to think he was seeing with his soul. He glanced back at Cas, the outline of wings folded neatly against his back standing out fairly easily.

"So, why can I suddenly see things like this?" he asked after a moment.

"When I raised your soul from hell I gave you a tiny piece of my Grace in order to heal you. It's possible that your soul has only now adjusted to the addition and is using the Grace as a lens of sorts" So what, his soul was wearing glasses now? Cas's expression turned thoughtful. "I wonder if you would be capable of hearing my true voice now?" Dean took a step back at that.

"Lets leave that experiment for later, Cas." He disagreed hastily. "Even if I can hear you, you broke glass last time you tried that, and I don't want to have to grab a different hotel room right now. " Castiel nodded in agreement at that.

"Perhaps a different experiment then?" He asked. Great, Dean thought, exasperated.

"What did you have in mind?"

"A walk, I'm curious to know what you can see. And it would be better if I am with you the first time in case you are overwhelmed by what you are seeing."

"Uh,ok?"

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