Light As A Feather

Word Count: 100 on the nose. Boo-yah!

A/N: I can't take credit for this particular image. Now I am updating Unware: In The Eye of My Beholder, my winged!Dean fic this week (Phoebe, put down the cat!), but Jenna suggested this particular image. I tried to do it justice, and I still gave you credit, woman, so there!

Yet Another A/N: There are lots more of us now in the E/O Challenge. You can look at Onyx Moonbeam's or Enkidu07's profile for the list of the usual suspects, or if you want to join in!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam. Wish I did.

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Prompt word: Melt. Winged!Dean, Hurt!Sam.


World's changed. Nobody knows that better than Dean.

The snowfall turns heavy, zero visibility, right after they gank the fugly. It's ankle deep in a matter of seconds.

He can't fly in this weather, and he's not leaving Sam.

Dean raises his wings around them to block off the wind and cold. Sam leans against him as they trudge along, walking wounded.

Dean glares at this cherub statue with stubby Hallmark wings.

Punk.

Cabin's half a mile away. Have to make due until the weather clears.

On the seventh day Sam and Dean wake up listening to the snow melt.

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