Neon Lights

Chapter 17 - The Long and Winding Road pt. 1

•Castiel's POV•
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May 19, 1968
8:34 a.m.
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Do you ever wake up in the morning feeling great until you remember the night before and you realize what a terrible mistake you've made?

This morning was one of those mornings. Waking up beside Dean...it's a great way to welcome a new day, and remembering how well he screwed me last night only enhanced that feeling of euphoria. After that subsided, I realized I'm only making matters worse by being around him.

I told myself to stay away...why don't I ever listen?

"Morning, angel," Dean murmured, eyes still shut, still curled around me like a warm and cuddly shield.

"Good morning, Dean," I sighed, wishing I'd had enough willpower to tell Dean we just can't do this again.

But again, my hormones and sex-deprived dick got the best of me. Maybe whacking off is key? Would that help? Doubt it.

"Hey, you okay?" Dean looked at me, concern swimming in his eyes.

"Yeah," I lied. I've got some thinking to do this morning. We're going home today.

Dean chuckled, "Right, I forgot you're grumpier than a tiger without stripes in the morning. Come on, let's get breaky."

"No," I mumbled into my pillow, "The blankets have accepted me as one of their own. If I leave now, that's like betrayal."

Dean just rolled his eyes and tore the covers off. I groaned loudly, something like a dying whale, at the chill that curled around my feet at the lack of blankets. This is not what I meant by blanket Dean.

"C'mon," he said in that sugary, candy-sweet voice that makes my insides churn, "We leave this evening. We gotta make the most of today. Get up."

"But Dean," I complained, "My rear feels like it has a spear jammed up inside it. It hurts."

That wasn't even a lie. My behind is so awkward and gross-feeling I can't imagine walking. But most of the reason I didn't want to get up is because one; I hate mornings, and two; I don't want to face Dean later. I don't want to be that jackass who writes him off and says goodbye. But I have to. I haven't any choice.

I reluctantly got to my feet and followed Dean out into the hallway, the both of us still clad in pajama bottoms and white t-shirts. I don't even want to know the state of my hair this morning.

"It's alive!" Meg hollered as we came into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs and sausages filling our nostrils. Lord, am I ever famished!

"Mornin', Meghan!" Dean teased cheerily, earning a punch in the arm. Meg was cooking breakfast with the help of Johnny and Pony while the rest of the boys sat around the table.

"Someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning," Soda smirked, "'Cause ya woke up with Cassie, eh?"

So it's Cassie now. Ew, I hate it. That's what Gabriel calls me. "Yes, exactly," Dean threw an arm around me, and I faked a smile.

"Hey Cas," Two-Bit pointed at me, "Great sex hair. Lookin' sharp!"

I attempted to pat down my dark chocolate hair, which stuck up in every direction. "Your hair is all flat on one side, Keith."

Everyone in the room went silent. Nobody calls TB by his real name anymore. Not even teachers. The only reason I know "Two-Bit" isn't his real name is because Dean told me. Keith Mathews. I like Two-Bit better, I think we all do.