Neon Lights

Chapter 2 - National Anthem

•Castiel's POV•
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November 7, 1967
9:20 a.m.
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"I'm going to have to punish you for that..."

I woke with a start, Dean's voice ringing in my ears and quickly fading. Did that really happen? I thought. I think it did.

It did. I remember now - being inside his mouth, Dean taking me in full, feeling myself hit the back of his throat, choking him.

I hit myself. Stop thinking about it! If I let the images flood my mind, I'll end up touching myself. And I made an oath - wait for the weekend. I'm going to tease myself. Deprive myself, so when I meet with Dean again, I'll be more than ready for whatever erotic things he has in mind.

"Gabriel," I approached him awkwardly, "I uh...Sam's invited me over for the weekend to work on a project. I'll be gone...you mind?"

"Nah," Gabriel popped a Tic-Tac, "Do what you want. Have fun."

That almost seemed too easy. Mind you, it's Gabriel. He really doesn't care. As long as he doesn't tell Michael until I'm already gone.

November 9th, I thought eagerly, that's when I see Dean again.

That's when I spend a whole weekend with a guy who drinks and smokes and fucks like there's no tomorrow. This'll be the most exciting and eventful weekend of my life.

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November 8, 1967
8:17 p.m.
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I twiddled my thumbs, tapping a beat on the pages of my math textbook. I can't concentrate on Calculus12 when I'm thinking about where I'll be in a few short hours. With Dean. At his house. Alone.

I ran a hand through my hair. I shouldn't be thinking about him so much. I've never felt this dirty before, constantly thinking about the things I'd like to do to him, for him to do to me. I'm getting my hopes up too much - to him, I'm probably nothing but a nice body, a fuck toy to squeeze for fun because you like the sound it makes. This is Dean Winchester. As far as I know, he's never truly loved anyone.

If he did, it'd never be me.

I sighed. Either way, I may as well enjoy it while it lasts. Whether he loves me or not, I still get to fuck him. I still get to have him touch me, suck me...make me feel good. What more could a guy ask for?

True love is overrated anyway.

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November 9, 1967
1:43 p.m.
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I carried a backpack full of clothes and toiletries, lugging it along as I kicked pebbles down the sidewalk in anticipation. I watched them skip along the pavement, going clack clack clack as they danced away before landing in the grass.

Dean's house is a block from here. Walk faster! I couldn't get there soon enough. Just a few more metres now.

I turned up his walkway and rang the doorbell. My leg bobbed up and down, anxious to see him again.

He opened the door hurriedly, yanked me inside, and slammed it again, so suddenly I dropped my bag. He rammed me up against the wall roughly, clutching my collar, and kissed me hungrily. Oh, okay.

He pulled away and sighed, "Fuck, you couldn't get here fast enough! It's been three days and I missed you."

My breathing went ragged at his proximity. I could feel him up against me, his hands around my collar, his face centimetres from mine.

He kissed me again, trailing his hands down to squeeze my sides. I needed this...so badly... He slipped his hands up my shirt, trailing his fingertips along the hem of my jeans.

"Dean," I groaned against him, "I longed for your touch for three days..."

He pulled away and stepped back, "Well, that should satisfy you then. Come upstairs."

He left. Really?! I whimpered almost inaudibly. Fucking tease, leaving me like this. I picked up my bag and followed him upstairs.

He sat on the couch, lighting a smoke. He was idly watching the television, some cop show. I shook my head disbelievingly. Huh.

"Hungry?" He asked out of the blue.

"A little," I mumbled, shrugging.

"Whaddya want to eat?"

I smiled at him seductively, "Meat."

He looked at me as if he could believe I - a nerd - would say that. "Sorry, dolly," he chewed his smoke, "I got a system."

"Oh yeah?" I sat down, "What's that?"

"The first time is a taste. A test, to see if your worth my time," Dean explained, "If you are, you gotta earn it after that."

"And how do I earn it?"

"Be creative. Impress me. Make me want you, lust for you...make me beg. I'll warn you, it ain't easy."

I nodded, "Very well. Bleed you dry I shall."

**Ey

In case you haven't noticed, all the chapters in this book will be named after songs.

The previous chapter: Born to Die - Lana Del Rey
This chapter: National Anthem - Lana Del Rey

I suggest you look up the songs at the end of each chapter and think of this fic, because the songs will correspond to either the chapter or the book itself.

Also, they're good songs.

So the picture...C A S T I E L

Remember, y'all just keep being y'all!

{and stay tuned for my new, up-and-coming Destiel fic Wave After Wave!}

xoxo, Garnent•.•**