Neon Lights

Chapter 4 - Twist and Shout

•Dean's POV• [oooh]

I left my soaked clothes in the shower and chose some new ones - just a pair of ripped jeans, because I decided to show off and not wear a shirt.

I found Cas already dressed and sitting on the couch. How did he get dressed faster than me? That hermit... He looked up as I walked in, eyes lingering over my still-wet chest. Cute.

"It's impolite to stare, angel," I flopped on the couch beside him and he looked away with an embarrassed blush.

I expected him to crack some sassy remark, but apparently he only gets confident enough to talk back to me if my hands are all over him. He needs fuel, fire to be able to talk smack.

"What now, Dean?" He asked quietly, whatever energy he had in the shower clearly gone. Now he's just an awkward lump. Must I excite him to make him exciting?

"Whatever you want," I shrugged, "It may be my house but you're my guest."

More than just my guest. I've never felt this way about anyone, having never been in a lasting relationship. I had a couple weeks with Lisa, but that was awkward and confusing and she was a wanton bitch anyway. But Castiel...something about him, I have no idea what, drives me wild. Every second of the day I want to hold him, touch him, protect him...I like him. Hell, I think I may be in love with him! I never thought I'd say that about anyone. How do I show him? Tell him? I only know one way, but we can't just have sex all the time or he'll think I just want his body.

So how do I explain to him why he's all I think about? How do I show him how much he means to me?

"Dean? You okay?"

Cas was poking me in the cheek. "Huh? I'm fine," I looked at him quizzically, "Did you say something?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "I said do you have a record player?"

I stared at him, appalled, "Was I raised in a barn? Yes I have a record player!"

"Go put something on then!" He threw his hands up defensively. I huffed and went to rummage through Dad's record collection. He has a lot of shit music but some things are in the times, like Elvis and The Beatles.

Speaking of The Beatles, I chose one of their records. This song always reminds me of a beach party I went to, where I first laid eyes on Cas. I was holding a beer and staring across the street while this song was playing. Cas was walking by, and the party grabbed his attention. I'm not entirely sure, but I think we stared at each other for a few long moments. It was then I decided I had to have him, but I thought he was straight until that night on the very same beach only three days ago.

I slipped the record on the turntable and let it play. "Oh not this song..." Cas complained, "You are so sentimental."

"It was playing when I first saw you," I murmured, rolling my shoulders and waltzing toward him.

"Stop," Cas tried to suppress a laugh and he stared out the window as I came closer, "Dean, stop...!"

I grabbed his shoulders and he shrieked, making me chuckle, "Sing with me Cassie!"

"No," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, shake it up baby now..." I sang along, pulling him off the couch. "Shake it up baby..." He muttered, staring at me challengingly.

Both of us did the "twist dance" in unison and yelled "Twist and shout!" before collapsing on the couch in a laughing fit.

"That was the cheesiest thing I've ever seen you do," Cas teased, poking me. I tackled him into the couch cusions, "Shut your cake hole or I will!"

He smirked at me but said no more. I shook my head at him and got off, going to see if there's anything to make for dinner.

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Same Day
11:31 p.m.
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Cas yawned, stretching a little. "Tired?" I asked, casting him a sidelong glance. I'm a night owl, used to staying up until the sun rises, but if he wants to sleep, I will too.

"A bit," he got up, "I'll put on my pajamas."

"You can take Sammy's room," I pointed down the hall. He stopped, turning back to me while trying not to look disappointed, "Oh...okay."

I smiled at him and chuckled, "I'm kidding. You're sleeping with me, no exceptions!"

He brightened a little and laughed, "Of course." I listened to his footsteps retreating down the hall, then back up, "Where's your room?"

I got up and sighed, leading him to the room on the end. I picked up my pajama pants from a pile on the floor while Cas changed in the corner, as if I haven't already seen him naked.

I don't actually have a bed - it's just a large mattress on the floor with copius blankets and pillows left in disarray. Cas flopped down on it, and I laughed aloud at his surprised expression when he misinterpreted how low to the ground the mattress is. I shut the lights and faceplanted on my "bed", as I always do. I fumbled with the covers and pulled them over us, hugging his waist and pushing my face into the back of his neck. "Goodnight, angel."

"Night, Dean."

Silence fell for a few long minutes until something crossed my mind. "Hey Cas?" He shifted and I could feel his eyes on me, "Yes, Dean?"

"I'm gonna take you out tomorrow," I concluded, "We are gonna have a fun Saturday night. How's that sound?"

He nodded, "I'd like that. Goodnight."

"Sleep well, darling."

**Heyo

SO I HAVE AN AWKWARD QUESTION THAT MUST BE ASKED. I'm planning smut in the next chapter but I feel like I'm repeating myself and I want my smut scenes to be to your satisfaction, AKA perfection. I'm asking you to comment what you would like to see them do. I know, awks, but I have to ask. Maybe some finger-fucking in the near future? Gay 69 (too extreme?)? I don't know! I want to try something new. When Dean and Cas are getting it on, are you sitting there pleading they'll do something? WHAT IS THAT SOMETHING? Thanks!

So the picture...DESTIEL PRE-SMUT

Song: "Twist and Shout" by The Beatles

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

xoxo, Garnent•.•**