Neon Lights

Chapter 66 - Hey Brother

•Dean's POV•
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February 17, 1969
12:05 p.m.
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"Cas! Hurry up!" I yelled after my tardy fiancé, "You don't need to bring 37 different pairs of fuzzy pajamas. We're literally going for three days. Let's go!"

"But Dean!" he poked his head out the door, "I need to pack some of my...ahem...doll clothes, right? Won't we be having a little fun?"

I massaged my forehead, "Not that kind of fun, Cas. Not at Bobby's house. We'll have sex but let's keep it clean-ish, hmm?"

Cas's shoulders sagged, "Fine. I don't see why Sam has to see his dad right away anyway, but whatever."

"Just stop complaining and get a move on, wouldya?" I sighed loudly and went to find dad, "Yo John! Is the car ready? You packed some Jack Daniel's like I asked, right? You better have!"

"Of course I did," dad huffed, waiting at the wheel of the Impala, "Now tell your boyfriend to hurry it up."

I threw my arms in the air with an exasperated expression, "I did! Maybe I'll tell him there's some Jack Daniel's in it if he hurries...be right back. Castiel!"

Cas peeked out the room again, "What now? Jesus can't a guy find a suitable belt without getting interrupted?"

"Why the Hell are you looking for a belt? You have one on, how many d'you need?"

"At least two," Cas winked, "One to keep my pants up, one for when the pants come off."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm not going to whip you with a belt while doing you doggy-style at Bobby's. I don't care how much you liked it that one time, I don't need Sam walking in asking what all the noise is about."

"Oh, come on! You're no fun. Can I at least bring some rope?"

"No."

"A blindfold?!"

"No."

Cas whined, "Fine, then you'll have to fuck me in a crazy position. And pull my hair. Maybe call me 'babydoll' again."

"Okay, fine, you kinky shit," I laughed and kissed him briefly, "And I promise when we get home, I'll do you in whatever outfit you want me to. Maybe we can even roleplay. Wouldya like that?"

"Would I?!" Cas squealed, "I have the perfect outfit for that!"

I chuckled, "Of course you do. Now c'mon."

He grabbed his bags and followed me down the stairs to the Impala, where he loaded the suitcase into the trunk and climbed into the back of the car.

"Okay, drive," I got in next to Cas and tapped dad on the head, "Pretty sure we're gonna be late, thanks to Princess here."

"Hey!" Cas squeaked defensively, "It's not a crime to want to--"

I cover his mouth, "Shhhhhhhht! There may be someone in this car who doesn't need to know..."

Cas pouted but kept his mouth shut. Dad turned on the radio, and Elvis played sweetly through the stereos. A playful smirk spread across Cas's face, and his eyes got an innocent look within them. "Uhm, Mr. Winchester," he cleared his throat, still holding this suspiciously cute display, "Could you turn the radio up? We like this song. A lot."

Dad chuckled and fixed the volume, making "Like a river flows" gradually get louder until I'm pretty sure it was full volume. Cas shook off the cutesy disguise and switched it for something much more mischievous. He leaned over close to my ear and whispered,