Neon Lights

Chapter 10 - Off to the Races pt. 2

•Dean's POV• [yay!]

I sat boredly on the couch with a can of beer and a boring cop show. Life is dull by myself. I'm wasting time sitting on my ass when I could be in Cas's ass right now.

Or, Hell, he could be in mine.

I took a swig of beer as I thought. I wasn't even paying attention to the show, I was totally occupied with thoughts of Cas. Castiel.

I like his eyes, so filled with light and wonder, and the way they darken with want when I turn him on. That's always fun.

I was mentally interrupted by the door opening. "Dean?" Sam's voice called from downstairs. Should I answer him? Nah.

He came into the room, "Dean! We're home!"

"Congratulations," I grunted, "I'll alert the media. Someone deserves a medal."

Sam scowled, "C'mon, Dean. You used to be so nice to me...so brotherly. Now you're just a jerk."

"Stop being a bitch," I spat, just as Dad walked in gruffly. Here we go...

"Dean!" He roared, "How many times must I tell you?! Be nice to your brother!"

"Fine, for fuck's sake!" I rolled my eyes, "Sorry, Sam."

"Language!" Dad smacked me across the head, "What have you done all weekend? Anything productive? Physical activity? Or did you just sit one your arse in this goddamn living room of yours?"

Well, I had some amazing sex with someone I'd like to one day call my boyfriend. Does that count? "I went out with friends. What's it to you?"

"Did you clean your room like I asked?" He seemed to calm down a little. "...No," I admitted, "Slipped my mind."

"Go do that," Dad instructed. I went to protest, but he interjected, "Now."

I stomped to my room and started making Dirty and Clean clothes piles. I picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Eh, it can go another day. Clean.

One of my black shirts had a certain white substance on it from when I was in my room and I started thinking about Cas too much. Definitely dirty. I hope no one sees this.

"Dean!" Sam hollered from his room, "Did you bring one of your filthy women over and use my room?!"

I stormed down the hall to Sam's room, "No! Why the fuck would I do that?!"

"Dean, language!" Dad smacked me again, "What happened, Sam?"

"Look at this, Dad," he held up a corner of his bed covers, "Gross."

Dad inspected it while I leaned against the doorframe. They turned and glared at me, "It's cum."

"It's Sam's room!" I huffed, "He has more explaining to do than me."

"That's illogical, Dean," Sam gave me 'the bitchface', "I'm a freshman. Freshmen don't get laid."

"Care to explain, Dean?" Dad stared at me angrily.

"I don't know," I shrugged innocently, "You must be mistaken. If I brought someone over, I wouldn't use Sam's room. It's littered with Star Wars action figures. I have my own room for a reason."

Dad sighed, "Fine. C'mon Sam I'll help you clean. Dean, work on that room. And for God's sake, get dressed."

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"I fucking hate my family," I complained, to which Sodapop gruffed, "At least your parents are alive! I have to take care of Pony and Darry by myself!"