::Practicing to fly::
darkxblackxangel:
Castiel sat on his porch of his beach house, just kind of lost and staring at his wings. He simply stretched out one, then the other. Huh- they seemed sturdy enough. He could feel them, from nerve to nerve, not missing a beat.
Beat…
Just like beating wings in order to fly. That was impossible. But maybe…just maybe today he would give it a shot. Castiel stood, stretching his wings out more and gave them a few flaps before he went to the railing of his porch and stood on it. He closed his eyes and felt for some type of breeze to steady him…or whatever it took to help teach a baby bird how to fly. He outstretched his arms and wobbled a bit before balance was regained.
Cas gave one last look at his wings before he closed his eyes and flapped them as hard and fast as he could. His arms suddenly flailed as he found his feet lifting up off the railing and just about hovering a few inches from it. By that moment a huge grin spread on the once-angel’s face. He was so close to flying. If it was this simple why didn’t he just start as soon as he got them!?
Okay- so that was down. Cas moved them harder and found he was getting a little exhausted by lifting up his own body weight. Really- how could birds do it?! Cas grunted and huffed as he tried to keep the energy with his eyes tightly shut. He opened one a little and gasped sharply seeing how far from the ground he was. About a good few feet, maybe even more! This was remarkable progress so easy and fast!
Cas grinned, feeling his wings were reliant enough and gave them a good beat before he shot off into the sky. Just like soaring through under water! And it felt so natural and fucking fantastic! The once angel was able to fly a good amount away from the beach house, gliding over other ones and finding fascinating things while he did. He was FLYING! Actually flying over everything.
“YES WINGS DONT FAIL ME NOW!” he exclaimed as he dove down, just lightly brushing the water before gliding back up again with a simple turn of his wings. But that was the wrong move. Cas began to waver slightly and soon enough he was no longer steady or balanced. He found himself heading towards trees…TREES?! “No, no, no, no NO!” he crossed his arms in front of him as he was thrown into the wild brush of leaves and wood and dirt, animals crying out and fleeing as he landed with a large rumble.
Cas had his wings curved around his body and remarkable enough they were unharmed. But there were a few scratches on his arms. He grunted and tried to shake them off before he heard a soft whimpering. The ex angel whipped around to see what it was, then froze as he found a small white fluff in the burrow of a tree trunk. The small thing looked up at Castiel; frightened enough and prepared to have a heart attack. He slowly knelt down and held out a hand so the small canine could sniff every calloused finger and make sure he knew the half breed meant no harm.
When the small white dog felt comfortable enough, it crawled out of its sanctuary, limping slightly and giving out a soft cry. Castiel swiftly, but carefully, scooped it up and cradled the orphan pup in his arms. He could now get a better look, it wasn’t a normal dog- more or so it was a wild wolf abandoned or forgotten by its parents. And wolves always kept in a pack. But this little guy- well he was just a baby, he couldn’t howl yet. And he was sure the thing tried several times, it’s whimpers were hoarse and tired sounding. Cas curled his wings arond the two of them and sighed softly. He gently pressed his lips to the Canine’s forehead gently and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“You’re coming home with me. And I’ll take care of you like you’re my own little pup,” said Cas softly, before turning and shooting up in the air again to head home. And each time he would look down and make sure that petit fluff ball of white was safely in his arms; sound asleep and content.
“Oh boy…what’s Loki gonna say…?”
The kitchen was a mess. Flour and sugar had gotten everywhere and about six mixing bowls sat on the counter top all dirty.
Loki stood next to the bowls, just as covered in flour with a streak of icing sugar across his cheek. Before him sat a freshly baked chocolate cake, iced and ready. He’d wanted to do something for Cas, by hand. Cas had a weakness for chocolate.
He grinned, snapping his fingers, cleaning the kitchen.
There was a clatter outside that drew his attention and he quickly went to investigate.
He found a mess of feathers. “Cas?” He questioned, “You okay?”
