Winged

Max is not supposed to have wings.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't have wings yesterday, right?"

I looked behind me at the huge grey and white wings stretching from my back, then turned back to Dean. "No, you're right."

"Then why do you have wings now?"

I shrugged. "How should I know? They were just there." When I moved my shoulders, the wings moved too, and one knocked me in the back of the head. I glared at the offending wing for a moment.

"They just," Dean waved his hand in the air, presumably at the wings, "appeared?"

I nodded, careful not to hit my head against the wings. "Yep."

Dean stared at me for a solid minute, his brown eyes unblinking in that creepy way he had. "Max, how on earth does that happen?"

"I don't know, Dean!" I said. I started pacing, nearly hitting Dean in the  face with the wings. His own fault for not backing out of the way. "I went to bed normal; I woke up, I had wings!"

Dean very elegantly facepalmed. "Max..."

"I already told you that I don't know why this happened!" I said, "I wish I did. Then maybe I could stop freaking the heck out!"

Dean stepped up and put his hands on my shoulders. "Max, calm down. Just breathe." I closed my eyes, and as I took several deep breaths, Dean said, "I know you're scared, but you'll just have to learn how to live with them. I mean, we don't know how they got there, so we can't take them away. And maybe it's a good thing? Maybe."

I opened my eyes. "Thanks Deano." I said.

"What are brothers for? Now c'mon, let's get a shirt that you can actually wear with those things."

Author's Note

I'm probably going to write more for this, so please tell me what you think!