Neon Lights

Chapter 68 - Guilty As Sin

•Castiel's POV•
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February 19, 1969
7:07 p.m.
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As we drove away from the house, I could see the worry in Dean's eyes. John had decided to stay with Bobby and Sam for a few extra days, and Dean was reluctant to leave his little brother alone with their dad.

"Sam will be okay, Dean," I reassured him quietly, "Bobby's there with him. John won't do anything."

Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, "He better not."

I rested my hand on his thigh comfortingly, "He won't."

"Hey Cas?" Dean didn't look at me, just kept focusing on the road.

"Hmm?"

"Gimme a blowjob."

Suddenly my whole body felt warm, like the Earth's core was situated in my skull and my heart was pumping lava. I saluted jokingly, "Yes sir!"

Without any further ado, my hands worked at his belt. He's really stressed out, I reminded myself, this'll help him relax.

I laid down into a comfortable-ish position, making sure nothing revealed that I was lying down in the front seat of a car with no seatbelt on giving my summer-hot boyfriend a BJ.

Reaching my hand down, I fished out his already-hard member and pushed his boxers out of the way. With no hesitation, I sucked him like a popsicle. If Dean's cock is a popsicle, I'm the hot mid-summer sunlight - making the popsicle shine with melting wetness.

Dean took one hand off the steering wheel and used it to play with my hair, gripping the dark brown locks to gently guide my head up and down just the way he likes it. He gave a low moan, followed by a chuckle, followed by a quiet "Yes, Cas, oh so good..." I began to feel a significant power surge deep in my abdomen, and it's not the kind you feel moments before ejaculation. It was the kind of self-empowering surge I recognize as one thing:

Dominant Castiel has returned.

I shook his hand off my head and sucked how I wanted to - fast, rough, and with a whole lot of suction. I'm sucking the cum right out of this bitch.

"C-Cas!" Dean stammered, recognizing Dom-Cas's return, "Sorry! I-I mean Castiel!"

I lifted my head and gave him a narrow-eyed look, "Yes, Danie?"

He met my eyes for just a moment when we hit a red light. That's right bitch, I thought slyly to myself, you remember that name, dontcha?

"D-Danie," he echoed, sweat beading on his forehead, "I...I don't..."

Focusing on the road, Dean drove on, his hips twitching as my tongue danced along his length. "What d'you want, Danie?"

He made a sharp turn that nearly sent me careening into the dashboard. The Impala screeched to a hard stop, and my tough demeanor was blown out the window. "What happened?!" I asked frantically, sitting up to look around.

A motel parking lot?

Dean was breathing hard, "We're staying the night. I need you to fuck me, I can't wait another second."

"Okay, uke," I winked, "if you insist."

Dean fixed his pants and hopped out of the car, slamming the door loudly and practically ripping my arm off as he tugged me to the reception desk.

"One room, please," I asked before he did, knowing he'd give us away if he spoke in his current state, "two queens."

The lady at the desk huffed, "Yeah, I'll bet. What beds?"