Neon Lights

Chapter 9 - Off to the Races pt. 1

•Castiel's POV•
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November 12, 1967
10:34 a.m.
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I woke up yet again wrapped in an odd mixture of blankets and Dean. I looked at the alarm clock next to Dean's mattress-bed. The hands read 10:35.

I tried to escape Dean's grasp without waking him, but it didn't work. "Where the fuck are you going?" He asked, his words muffled by the pillow his face was pressed into.

"It's past ten thirty," I murmured quietly, "I should be getting home."

Dean whined a little but reluctantly got up. "You Catholic families," he grumbled, "Getting up at ridiculous hours to go to ridiculous sermons..."

"They'll have already left," I chuckled, "That's why I want to get home quick, to have an hour or so to myself."

"Can I come?" He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Sorry, but I can't risk them coming home early and finding you there. It'd start a war."

He looked disappointed, and he let go. "I'll help you find your stuff."

Dean passed me Fifty Shades of the Rainbow and I shoved it in my backpack. He retreated to the bathroom to retrieve my toiletries.

I grabbed any clothes left lying around and I took my bathroom items from his grasp.

I zipped up my bag and swung it around my shoulders, heading downstairs. Dean kissed me before he let me open the door.

"When will I see you again?" He asked, a pleading look in his eye. "Dunno. You'll find me," I winked, opening the front door and leaving down the late autumn, sun-bathed street.

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I shut the door and heard chatter inside. Shouldn't they be at church?

I dropped my bag by the door and walked into the living room, where most of the family was gathered.

"Cassie!" Gabriel hugged me, the lollipop stick that portruded from his lips poking me in the cheek, "We missed you!"

"Hi, Gabe," I muttered, "Shouldn't you be in church?"

"...No," Anna looked at me like I was crazy, "It's Monday."

"Right," I drabbled. How am I losing track of time like this?! Being away from Dean really fucks me up.

"You've had a whole weekend off," Michael had a stick up his ass, as per usual, "Go help Uriel with the dishes."

I trudged into the kitchen where Uriel was cleaning the plates and utensils from breakfast. Dishes are a big job when you have eleven siblings. He was almost done, though. Why am I even here?

I rolled up my sleeves and started taking dishes from the rinse side of the sink and drying them. Uriel glanced over, "What's that?"

He gestured to the faint rope bruises on my wrists. Shit, I forgot about those. How do I explain this?!

"Did they tie you up?" Uriel demanded, "I heard you were with Dean and Two-Bit's gang yesterday! Did they hurt you?"

"No!" That's not entirely true, my ass hurts a little, "I slept all night with my wrists up against the corner of the bed, that's all! Calm down."

Not logical, or convincing, but Uriel dropped the subject for the duration of the chore. When I dried the last dish, I followed suit with my hands. Rolling my sleeves down, I left for my room in the attic.

Samandriel's bed was well-made, as always, and someone must have made mine. The cleanliness of this house bothers me. I almost want to mess everything up - pull the covers about the beds, throw clothes and half-eaten food around...all that jazz. I'm starting to feel more like this family's 'black mark' than Lucius.

I climbed up to my bunk and gazed down at Gabriel's bed in the corner. He gets a whole side of the attic to himself, because he's older and he needs more space. Greedy prat.

I stared at the ceiling, hearing footsteps climb the ladder to the attic and open the door. Who are you and what do you want?

"Cas?" Hester's voice rang out. "What?" I waved a hand to show her where I lay on my bunk.

She climbed up. "Uriel told me about your rope burns," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "Can I see?"

"They aren't rope burns," I showed her, "I slept wrong, that's all."

"Did Dean tie you up?" She gushed, "He did, didn't he?!"

"N-No!" I cursed at myself silently for stuttering, "They aren't rope burns!"

"Why'd he tie you up?" She ignored me, "Huh?"

"He didn't," I hissed.

She stared at me with an evil grin, "Did he blindfold you too?"

"He didn't tie me up!" I almost screeched, "Now would you leave me alone, you annoying bitch?!"

She stared at me, jaws wide, before she ran downstairs yelling "Michael! Cas swore at me!"

I rolled my eyes. Really? We're seventeen. Grow up, H.

Not surprisingly, Michael came in, followed by Hester. "Cas?" He said in his 'dad voice', "You know Dad won't have that language in this house."

"Well, Dad's not here," I scoffed, "As usual."

"Hey, Dad works his arse off for this family," Michael suckered up to him, "You know it. Stop talking trash."

"You aren't Dad," I retorted, "Stop being a kiss-ass."

Michael sighed, long and hard, "Castiel, I'm the oldest, and the only father to this family right now. I suggest you show me some respect."

"Fine," I huffed, "Then tell Hester to stop bothering me."

**Hellow

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