Wings

God? He abandoned us.

Heavy breathing turned to sobbing in one of the bedrooms of the Novak family mansion. Castiel closed his eyes and willed away the monstrous things sprouting from his back. This couldn't be possible. This wasn't happening.

Another shuddering breath later, Castiel was looking at the wings fused to him. Black contrasted with the milky white of his skin. Reflective black feathers covered a bat like wing structure, claws forming at each point of the wings. He'd never heard of such wings before. From the hunter trophies he'd seen in his own home, he knew wings were either bird like and had white feathers, or bat like and leathery. His seemed to be a mixture.

And his eyes. One was blue, the other all black.

He was a living trophy.

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Cas slipped the comforter from his bed and draped it around his shoulders, hoping the puffy fabric would account for the lumps his wings made under it. He strode quickly into the house's library and made a B line towards the dusty section he was in search for. He quickly went into research mode.

The war of heaven and hell was a fight between two brothers, Michael and Lucifer, of heaven and hell respectively. God during the entire war was not present and is still not to this day. The reason why there is no tension between the two realms is unknown. Also unknown is the reason why normal humans are turning into beings of heaven or hell. What is known is that they cannot be trusted. Humans must not have any contact with any abnormal beings.

Castiel sighed, he already knew this. And all of a sudden he felt like crying once more.

He has to go, and Cas knew why, but he couldn't bring himself to run just yet. His family was one of the most successful hunters in the society, along with the Winchesters. Both his family and the other would have no problem killing him for his wings and eyes, they might even have him stuffed. He was a rarity.

With that thought he planned to lock himself in his room until nightfall, then make his way to his family's cottage in the woods. It would work for now. He shut the book quickly and leapt up from his seat. He would survive as best as he could. He wasn't very hopeful.

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A/N
Ooh dang here we go! A rewrite of a past fic I wrote. Hope you enjoy.