Neon Lights

Chapter 61 - Your Song

•Dean's POV•
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February 14, 1969
Valentine's Day
6:52 p.m.
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Valentine's Day.

It's been ten days since we saw Casey. Cas has healed up well, which is good. Considering what I'm planning to do tonight, he'll need to be healed.

I stared at it. I made sure it's spotless. I rolled it over and over again in my hand. This is happening, I thought, it's silly, but it's happening.

"Hey Dean," Cas walked in and I hid it quickly, "We going for dinner?"

I nodded nonchalantly, aware of its presence in my pocket. Below the Carnival Pier. Tonight. On the beach. I'm doing it.

I followed Cas into the Impala, grabbing the wheel and driving to the West End. We passed by Cas's old house, and he looked a little sad for a moment. I dropped one hand off the wheel and gripped his, a small gesture of it's okay.

"So what's this place called?" Cas asked, "You still haven't told me anything about it."

I pulled up next to the restaurant, "It's called Ciao Bella."

Cas gasped and started gracefully jumping up and down on his seat, "Dean! Ciao Bella?! This place is like, super expensive! You didn't have to--"

"I did have to," I smiled, "I took you to only the finest bistro on Valentine's Day because you deserve no less."

"Dean, stop it!" he playfully punched me in the arm, "You're gonna make me cry all over this fancy-shmancy tux you made me dress up in!"

I got out of the car, "C'mon, I had reservations for seven."

He jumped out of the car and tried - not hard enough - to contain his excitement. As we walked into the Italian restaurant, Cas was shaking so bad I was sure he'd shake his tux right off!

"Reservations under 'Winchester,'" I informed the man at the front. As he let us go by, we got many jealous looks from couples waiting in line, as they have about an hour left to wait before they'll get a table.

A young, blonde waitress brought us to our table. "Hey, don't I know you?" I asked her as I sat down, "Aren't you that girl from The Dime?"

"You're that guy who came in complaining about gay relationship issues, right?" she nodded in recognition, "Dean?"

"Yeah! How come you've gone from working at a ratty old dive bar to this fancy place?"

Jo, as I remember, sighed, "I kept getting flirted with by drunk, disgusting pigs. So is this the guy you were crying over a year ago?"

I nodded and grabbed Cas's hand on the table, "Yeah, we worked it out."

"Oh God, you better invite me to your wedding," she ordered, then turned to Cas, "He really cares about you, y'know. And I mean really. He drank himself into a stupor over you, and he told me he still had hopes you'd come back. And you did! God, if that isn't love I do not know what is."

Cas smiled at me, "Yeah. We were real rocky back in the day. First it was Michael, then it was the sex...fuck! But we're all good now."

"Yep!" I squeezed his hand, "Seems like nothing could go wrong."

"Okay," she chuckled, "Can I get you two something to drink?"

***

"So you really do like Elvis?" I poked Cas in the shoulder, "Knew it."

"I only like him 'cause you do," Cas insisted, "And he's great, so..."

I leaned back in my chair, "Elvis is awesome. Just awesome.

"Yeah, sure, he's awesome," Cas shrugged, "I can dig Elvis."

"'I can dig Elvis,' what does that even mean?" I scoffed.

Cas rolled his eyes, "It's an expression. It means he's cool and I'd definitely bang him if I was given the chance."

"Wow," I shook my head at him, "You little cheater!"

Cas started laughing, "You would too!"

"Yeah, okay. I would too."

"Okay, one plate of spaghetti and meatballs," Jo placed the giant plate in the middle of our table.

Cas clapped excitedly, "Looks awesome! Thanks er...Jo!"

As I went to dig in, Cas stopped me, "Ah ah ah! Gotta say blessing, Dean."

I huffed, "Thank you, God, for not giving Cas a gag reflex."

"Amen to that!" Cas laughed as we twirled spaghetti onto our forks.

"Y'know what I wanna do?" I grabbed Cas's attention, "I wanna travel with you, and fuck you in all sorts of exotic places. Exotica Erotica."

Cas laughed, "Up in the treetops in the rainforests of Rio de Janeiro!"

"On the white-sand beaches of Greece!"

"In the Sphynx, or the Great Pyramids of Egypt!"

"On top of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, in Italy!"

"On top of the Tour d'Eiffel in Paris, France!"

"Behind the clock on Big Ben in London, England!"

Cas and I laughed as we imagined ourselves in all these wonderful places doing equally wonderful things.

"We should do that," Cas nodded, taking a bite of spaghetti, "I would love to travel the world with you, Dean."

I nodded, "Yes. Let's get drunk off piña coladas in Puerto Rica, or stuff ourselves with sushi in Japan someday."

"Build snowmen in Russia!" Cas exclaimed, "There's lots of snow in Russia, right?"

"Uh, let's not go to Russia," I shook my head, "No offense to Russians, but they might be the most homophobic people on the planet."

Cas hummed glumly, "Right. Okay, let's get drunk in an Irish pub!"

"Now we're talkin'!" we tapped our wine glasses together and each took a sip.

"Dean, you seem really nervous tonight," Cas put his fork down and looked at me seriously, "Any reason?"

I almost choked on my wine, "N-No. Am I nervous? I don't feel nervous--"

"Dean," he stared at me, "It's Valentine's Day. It doesn't take a genius to know you're planning something. But I'll stop asking, wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise..."

I smiled, "Thanks, Cas. Ready to go?"

"Yep," he got up slowly, "Where to next? Camping in the deserts of Arizona?"

I laughed, "Nope. The beach."

Cas nodded and followed me out the restaurant after we paid the bill and bid farewell to Jo. We climbed in the Impala and sped back towards the beach. Here it comes, I thought.

Here's the part where I pop the special question.

**Hiya

SHORT FILLER SORRY. Also sorry for the time skips. This story is TOO LONG AND IT NEEDS TO BE FINISHED so I'll be time-skipping oops.

So the picture...an edit I made. It's now my lockscreen!

So today is [still] FRIDAY!
This week's second #FuckYouFriday goes to: standbyme and gabriel, for creating the story that ripped my heart to shreds. If I ever met either of you, I'd punch you in the face and then I would hug you while I sob grossly. Amen.

Speaking of which, did I do a thing in this chapter? PFFFFFFT nah.

Song: "Your Song" by Elton John

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