Neon Lights

Chapter 5 - Animals

[A/N: So I have read your requests and they will be used, either in this chapter or in smut scenes of the future! Read on my gayward sons! xoxo, Garnent]
•Castiel's POV•
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November 10, 1967
12:34 p.m.
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"Where are you taking me tonight, Dean?" I asked out of nowhere, interrupting him from his careful work on his updo.

He looked over at me from his bedroom mirror. I sat on his mattress, re-reading Fifty Shades of the Rainbow for no reason whatsoever. "I was thinking The Dime. Or is that not original enough?"

"That'd be great," I assured him, "I've never been there before, so it's original enough for me."

"My gang bros will most likely be there," Dean resumed perfecting his hair, "I'll make sure they don't hurt you, Cas, so don't fret."

"I wasn't fretting," I muttered. He always sees me as this innocent little boy, afraid of his own shadow. He seems to think that just because my lifestyle isn't like his, I'm always childish and in need of help and care. But tonight I'll show him - I've done very little sexual activities but by God I will show him tonight what real sex feels like!

"I'm going out..." Dean announced, throwing on his signature jacket, "You'll be okay here alone for a little bit, right?"

"Dean, stop worrying about me! I'll be fine!" I insisted, "But where are you skulking off to?"

"The store," he informed, heading for the door, "We need milk and pie. See you soon."

Pie? Dean likes pie? I never would have guessed. You learn something new every day. "Okay, see you in a bit."

Dean left the room and soon after I heard the front door faintly open then slam shut. What the Hell am I supposed to do in an unfamiliar house by myself for half an hour?

Snoop through his stuff, obviously.

I opened his closet and was almost hit with a baseball as it fell off the top rack. Jesus, he needs to clean...

Boxes. That's about all that's in here besides old sports equipment like tennis rackets and soccer balls stored up on the rack. I pulled out the nearest box, with faint marker on it which wrote Photos.

I opened it to find stacks of dusty photo albums and loose pictures, some in frames, some not. The first framed one appeared to be a young Dean holding who I'm guessing is baby Sam, wrapped in blankets with a distraught look on his face. Poor Sam. I put it down and pulled out the first album I could get my information-greedy hands on.

John and Mary Scrapbook read the title. I opened it to see a picture of an attractive young man hugging a pretty blonde girl, kissing her on the cheek while she was locked in an eternal happy squeal. I noticed a small black box on the ground beside them.

I chuckled, his parents' engagement.

This is it - this picture right here is the very start of Dean Winchester. The moment his father promised eternal love to his mother through a proposal is the exact moment Dean's life began, before it officially did. I flipped the page with a ridiculous smile on my face.

More pictures of the two of them, their wedding, casual photos, beach days, reading together...until I found one that really had me.

The same pretty blonde woman, laying on a hospital bed, cradling baby Dean. The tag read It's a Boy! January 24. Baby Dean looked so precious, so innocent...it's hard to believe such a small little thing could turn into this tough sex machine I've come to know.