Castiel gets about as far as "I don't kn--" when the bells on the table chime, and he's knocked forward again with the force of the wings emerging.
He catches himself a little better than the first time, but still falls against the nearest solid object. Which happens to be Dean. For a moment he is disoriented, and then he realizes his hands are tangled in the front of Dean's jacket, and he's looking up into very wide, very green eyes from where he's slumped against Dean's chest.
He pulls back hastily, an admonishment about personal space playing in his mind. "Sorry," he says to both Dean and Kurt, voice gruff. "That was... sudden."
The wings are the same as before; that much is consistent. Large and gray, casting soft shadows over his shoulders. And surprisingly light to bear, though he reflects that it makes sense for a physical manifestation of his wings to be similar to those of earthly birds.
He's still a bit unsettled; he'll give himself a few minutes this time before putting them away again.
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He catches himself a little better than the first time, but still falls against the nearest solid object. Which happens to be Dean. For a moment he is disoriented, and then he realizes his hands are tangled in the front of Dean's jacket, and he's looking up into very wide, very green eyes from where he's slumped against Dean's chest.
He pulls back hastily, an admonishment about personal space playing in his mind. "Sorry," he says to both Dean and Kurt, voice gruff. "That was... sudden."
The wings are the same as before; that much is consistent. Large and gray, casting soft shadows over his shoulders. And surprisingly light to bear, though he reflects that it makes sense for a physical manifestation of his wings to be similar to those of earthly birds.
He's still a bit unsettled; he'll give himself a few minutes this time before putting them away again.