Neon Lights

Chapter 14 - Carry On My Wayward Son

•Castiel's POV•
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May 13, 1968
8:30 a.m.
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Alarms are the worst. The way mine rings is shrill and loud and makes me want to claw my ears off. Like, shut the fuck up!

"Samandriel," I mumbled, groggy with sleep, "Turn it off."

The clock is on Sam's nightstand, and it's loud enough to wake up all three of us in the attic. He's the only one who can shut it up.

"Would you turn that fucking noise of?!" Gabriel threw a pink gumball at Sam from across the room, and it hit him square on the crown of his head. "Ow!"

He slapped the alarm off, "Happy?!"

"Yes, thank you," Gabriel rolled over and put his pillow over his head, trying to catch a few extra winks.

I got off my bunk and found the gumball, throwing it back at him, "Get up. It's Sunday - church day."

I changed into a white blouse, a blue tie, and black pants, fixing my hair so it looked presentable. To be honest, I hate church - listening to them preach against homosexuality for half an hour is not something I enjoy. Granted, I hate a lot of things these days. It's been around six months since I last properly spoke to Dean. I've seen him around briefly, but we pretend not to notice each other. Frankly I'm surprised we're both still alive.

This is getting harder to bear, but I'm managing. Focusing on the weekly routines helps move me forward in life. Well not me, but this broken shell I've become. Mondays I have school, where I avoid Dean, then I have my part-time job at the candy shoppe down the street. Tuesdays I'm homeschooled by Michael, Wednesdays I'm back in public school and the job, Thursdays I'm homeschooled again and I have cello practice at 4 o'clock. Fridays, back to school and job, Saturdays is pretty free, Sundays I have church and most of my homework-doing, and it all circles back again. Thank God for the Stiff lifestyle, huh?

Nothing's an odd mixture anymore, and that should help, but it just makes me feel sad and detatched. I hate it.

"Hey, Cas!" Gabriel smacked me upside the head, "Wakey-wakey eggs and bacey, eh?!"

"Sorry," I shook my head. I zone out a lot these days. There was a lineup for the upstairs bathroom, and for the downstairs one. I head to the basement. The bathroom there works just fine, but it's less fancy and clean so most don't use it. Me and Lucius have the right idea, using the basement one in the morning to save time and avoid lineups.

I waited by the door while Luci used the washroom. When he finally emerged, he smiled at me devillishly. He scares me sometimes.

I mostly just used the washroom to properly fix my hair and do my business, and was out much quicker than Luci. I met up with half my crazy family at the table, save for a few who were still busy with their morning routines.

"Cas! Take your toast. Eat up, we have to be there by nine," Michael slid a plate of toast to me, then yelled, "Hurry up, ladies! We're going to be late!"

The girls - Anna, Hester, Naomi, and Rachel - skipped into the room one by one in pretty white dresses and pearls. Princesses. Fuck off.

They wore hardly any makeup, except a little lip gloss and that stuff that helps your eyelashes appear longer. For the most part, they matched.

"Good show, girls," Michael beamed, "Representing the Novaks. I like it."

Mike's a bit obsessed with making us look good, since everyone looks at us like how many kids do you need? Honestly, not a day goes by that I don't wish I was an only child. I hate living in a house with eleven other people pissing me off 24/7.