“Hey Anna, are your wings ever gonna get bigger?” Castiel asked. He sat up on his knees next to her on the dock and traced his index finger over his favorite feather; a caramel brown one with three heart shaped freckles the color of peaches.
“Probably not,” Anna admitted.
“How come? Ain’t they supposed to be bigger than your arms when you spread ‘em out?” Anna fluttered her wings under Castiel’s hand, making him giggle.
“Every angel’s wings are different, Castiel."
"But Michael’s are bigger than anyone’s, and Gabriel’s drag behind him and get all messy."
"Well mine are small, and I like them very much. Don’t you?” She smiled at Castiel and he smiled back, nodding hard.
“I love them,” he almost shouted. “Do you think mine will ever be as pretty as your guys’?"
"Sweetie, yours are already beautiful."
Cas made a face. "Mine are black like tar. They aren’t colorful like yours or Lucifer’s.”
“Black is so gorgeous, Castiel. Just look at space.” Anna pulled Castiel onto her lap and pointed toward the sky. “Space is as black as anything can be, but people fall in love with it just the same. There are entire worlds out there in its blackness; nothing but beauty all around it. Your wings are exactly the same. And someday someone will fall in love with them for the same reasons scientists launch rockets toward new planets.”
“Cause they think aliens live on them?"
Anna laughed. "No, because you’re gonna give them a reason to wake up in the morning."
Castiel smiled again and wondered if the reason Anna knew so much about these things is because she’d already found her own astronaut.
"You think he’ll have green eyes?” Castiel asked after a moment.
"My astronaut. The one who’s gonna love my wings."
Anna wrapped her arms around Castiel and squeezed him tight. "I think he’ll have the greenest eyes in all the world.”
“Good,” Castiel said, turning to hug Anna back. “Because green is my favorite color ever."