Agastopia

Dean knew he was different (hello—he had huge wings sprouting out of his back) but he didn't care. He wasn't the guy for feelings talks, or sitting around one of those mutants-are-awesome places Sam kept leaving brochures around for. Then he met Castiel. And he was starting to see the appeal of accepting oneself. (Destiel. Wing fic. Rated M; mature content/language.)