Neon Lights

Chapter 8 - Blue Jeans

•Castiel's POV•
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Same Day
10:17 p.m.
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He hasn't spoken all day. I'm worried. He's never been this quiet for this long. I think it's more than the fact that Luci nearly killed Two-Bit...I'm worried it might be me.

I'm not sure how, but there's this degrading feeling in my gut that I've upset him. It hurts.

Tomorrow marks the end of our weekend. I wish it wouldn't end this way - I wish it wouldn't end at all. I want to stay here; with Dean, by his side; forever. I don't want to leave him. But I feel like he wouldn't care either way.

I slid under the covers of Dean's mattress, curled up in a ball. I can't sleep, but I'll lay here in the darkness and heavy silence anyway.

The door opened. All light from outside the room had been turned off, so I couldn't see who it was. For a moment I was scared, convinced it couldn't be Dean.

But then he spoke. "Cas?"

"I'm here," I mumbled quietly. I heard him close the door and shuffle about, getting his pajamas on, before he sunk into the covers next to me.

"I'm sorry," he breathed into the darkness, "I shouldn't blame you. You're not Lucius."

"I feel like it's more than that," I murmured, "Did Luci hurt you too?"

"He did," Dean nodded, "But not as bad. It's only 'cause I tried to protect Two-Bit."

"Then what is it?" I demanded.

"Two-Bit brought me out of the dust, out of the dark corner I'd stuffed myself into after..." He went silent for a moment, "After mom died."

"Oh," I barely made any sound, "So you and TB are close?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, but Luci also suspects me of liking guys. He's right, but...he can't know that."

"For obvious reasons," I nodded, "Luci thinks I do too. Nobody in my family believes him, thank God..."

I felt Dean kiss me, which surprised me until I calmed down. I can't see shit, that scared me for a moment there...

He rolled on top of me, continuing to kiss me deeply. I let out a muffled noise and Dean pulled away.

"Dean..." I tried. Is this the only way he knows how to apologize? A simple kiss would do fine.

Then again, this is Dean Winchester we're talking about.

"It's your last night here," he purred, "I say it's high time we tried that rope thing we were suggesting."

I can't argue with that, because I like that idea. He got off me and rummaged around his room, in his closet - I heard something fall. Finally I felt a rope slap me lightly, "Let's go to Sam's room."

"Sam's room?!" I looked around blindly, "Is that really a good idea?"

"No," Dean said from somewhere near the door, "But I don't have a bedframe. Come on."

I got up and followed his footsteps to Sam's room, hearing the door shut and laying obediently on Sam's bed. I still can't see shit.

I felt Dean wrap something around my eyes. "Is a blindfold really necessary?" I complained, "I can't see either way!"

"Yes it's necessary," he insisted, "It adds to the fun. Now get your clothes off so I can tie you up."

I gulped at the command but complied anyway, stripping off my pajamas piece by piece, not that he could see anyway.