Neon Lights

Chapter 56 - Thinking Out Loud pt. 2

•Dean's POV•
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January 17, 1969
10:57 a.m.
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When I got up, Cas was still asleep on the couch. He had Clarence sleeping on his stomach again. I couldn't help but smile - he's okay. He went through all that and he's okay.

My brave boy.

"Cassie," I cooed quietly, poking his shoulder, "Good morning angel."

He seemed to wake up, but he pretended to be asleep. "Cassie," I tried again, "Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey."

He cracked open one eye, "No."

I wasn't surprised. No matter what happens to Cas, one thing never changes - he is not a morning person, and I doubt he'll ever be.

"Cassie," I chimed, "Get up. Bobby makes the best bacon ever, remember? You said so yourself."

"Can he make it in ten minutes?" Cas groaned, trying to roll over before he remembered Clarence is on him.

I shook my head, "Nope. Get Bobby-bacon now or forever hold your peace."

Cas emit an almost terrifying sound, a mix between a screech and a pained groan. Something you'd hear out of a dying whale. Most people would've turned and ran, but not me. No, I instead checked to make sure no-one was watching and then I shut him up with a kiss. "Up."

"I can't," he whined, "I'm broken and I have a Wonder Pig on me."

"Try to sit up," I said gently, "I'll bring you Bobby-bacon."

He seemed happy to pet Clarence while he lay on the couch. I couldn't ignore how absolutely adorable he looked - facial expression soft and sweet, looking totally unaffected by what's happened to him. Brave boy.

"Hey, ass-lover," Sam walked in, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "Is Castiel like, actually living with us?"

I rolled my eyes, "He has nowhere else to go, Sammy. What's wrong? Can't he stay here?"

"Just adds to my suspicions," Sam huffed, "That you two are boyfriends."

I smirked, "So what if we are?"

Sam shrugged nonchalantly, "Doesn't matter to me. Whatever makes you happy, Deaniel. That's what matters."

Sam stalked off. I was surprised - he's really just okay with it. Plain and simple. Would Bobby be chill about it too?

I sat next to Cas's feet on the couch. "Deaniel?" Cas asked quizzically, "What's a Deaniel?"

"I don't really know," I shrugged, "Sam just calls me that. I guess it's like Daniel."

Cas smiled, "It's cute. I'm gonna call you that now, 'kay Deaniel?"

I shook my head, "Please don't."

He said nothing, just smiled deviously. I shot a look at him, "If you can call me Deaniel, I can call you Casterbate."

Cas's jaw dropped, "No! Deaniel is cute, Casterbate is just weird and awkward and uncomfortable and inappropriate and--"

"Yeah, whatever you say, Casterbate."

He glared at me, "I'll murder you."

I winked and got up, peering into the kitchen at Bobby. "Breakfast ready yet?" I asked, licking my lips as I set eyes on the very inviting bacon.

"Yep!" Bobby chuckled, then got serious, "Dean, can I talk to you?"

I gulped, "Sure, Bobs. What's up?"