Neon Lights

Chapter 64 - Riptide

•Castiel's POV•
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February 15, 1969
10:05 a.m.
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I woke up feeling like the beans inside a burrito.

"Morning Cas," Dean kissed my head and hugged me tighter. His larger build made him able to wrap me completely in his embrace. I feel like a baby in a mother's belly.

I groaned tiredly, my ass still burning like Hell had been unleashed down there. Dean chuckled quietly, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

I nodded with a small pained whine. Dean cooed a little bit and kissed my forehead, carding a hand through my messy hair. Last night I'd changed out of my doll clothes and gotten into some much more comfortable pajamas - pink fuzzy ones, of course.

They even came with socks!

"You're so fluffy," Dean buried his face in my fleece pajama shirt, "I wuv it."

I messed up his hair, "Stop it, you're making my heart beat fast!"

"Is that a bad thing?" Dean smiled warmly, poking my nose with his.

Yes, actually. "No, but you're so sweet sometimes and I can't even...like, when I first met you, I never could've imagined you'd have a lovey side!"

"Before I met you, I never could've imagined that either," Dean admitted in a low whisper, "Cas, you know how much I love you. You bring out a side of me I didn't even know existed."

"Dean, I swear to God you'll kill me!" literally... "I mean, you're so fucking amazing sometimes an--"

Dean gasped dramatically, "Sometimes?! I'm always amazing!"

I rolled my eyes, "Sure, Dean, whatever you say."

"You'll do whatever I say?" he rolled on top of me and kissed my neck lightly, trying to give me a hickey.

I pressed my head back into the pillow lazily to allow him access, "I didn't say that, but yes."

Dean stopped and looked me in the eyes seriously, "No. Don't always do what I say. I'd never hurt you, of course, but you do what you think is right. You do what you want, what you need. You're your own person. Got it?"

I stared up at him crookedly, "Uh...yes."

"Great! Let's go get breakfast. Coming?" he leaped off the bed and stumbled into the hall. I remained lying there, knowing if I stood up my ass would feel like it was being torn from my body.

"Castieeeeeeeeeel!" Dean sang from the kitchen, "Get out of bed!"

I groaned into my pillow, feeling more like an elephant seal than a human. After several minutes of making incoherent walrus sounds into my pillow, I decided to brace myself, brave it, and suck it the fuck up.

The moment I sat up, I regretted my decision. Fuck, my asshole!

I breathed deeply. Think lioness, Castiel. They take a brutal pounding during mating and they survive. So you can survive too. I am a lioness.

Rawr.

"Dean!" I called after him from my place on the floor where I'd fallen, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"

Dean padded into the hallway and burst out laughing when he saw me - pink fuzzy PJ's, flat out on the floor, arms by my sides...I look like a blob.

We heard the crash of our front door being slammed into the foyer wall, followed by a very loud, "What's up, my side bitches?!"

"Meghan! What the fuck are you doing here?" Dean cursed as she closed the door and came up the stairs, "Wasn't the door locked?"