Neon Lights

Chapter 19 - Super Psycho Love pt. 1

•Castiel's POV•
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May 20, 1968
7:03 a.m.
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It always seems like roads are longer when they take you away from someone you care about.

Today, I feel like a mindless zombie. Putting my jeans on one leg at a time, but I'm not really here. I'm somewhere else - with Dean, in my explosively needy imagination.

"Hey, Cassie!" Gabriel slapped me on the back so hard I fell over. Typical. I need to pay attention and wash away these sinful thoughts of Dean to avoid making a fool of myself.

I got up off the floor slowly, fixing my hair and wiping dust off my sweater. "My name is Castiel," I corrected coldly, "What do you want? I'm going to be late."

"Oh, lighten up!" Gabe laughed, as if that's so easy to do, "I was just gonna ask how your weekend was. I never got a chance. What'd you do?"

Fuck Dean Winchester in the backseat of his car. "Not much."

Gabe rolled his eyes with and exasperated sigh, "Wow, thanks Cas! That really narrows it down!"

I made a small noise of annoyance, "We went on a hike, chit-chatted, played card games...yeah."

"Exciting," Gabe said sarcastically, "If I was you, I would'a gotten her in bed. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"Premarital sex is a sin," I said, blank-faced, "You know I wouldn't do that."

"Yeah, like you didn't bang Dean when you spent a weekend with him," Gabe rolled his eyes, "Please."

My face went white. How...?! I shook my head nonchalantly, "Excuse me? I wouldn't do that. I'm not gay. And neither is he. We were just friends. Nothing more."

Gabe snickered, "I know, don't get your panties in a pile! I'm just jokin' with ya. Now go on - you'll be late."

***

Walking is a drag, but I don't exactly have a car. My feet shuffled along the pavement as my thoughts began to wander. We're exactly 12 days away from June...I'm graduating in a month. That's uncanny. My birthday is also in 14 days - exactly two weeks today. I'll be 18, a true member of society. Am I ready?

I don't think I am.

I shuffled awkwardly into the school doors. Nobody here likes me - I'm the nerd, the smart alec...a social outcast. The exact opposite of Dean, ironically enough. At least I won't see him that much today. It should be bearable.

Oh, fiddlesticks...I have homeroom with Dean. Whatever, he'll probably be late and won't even appear in homeroom. He usually doesn't.

I flopped down at a random table. In every class, the desks are two-person tables, and the seat beside me is always empty. Nobody sits with me.

The class was completely full by the time the warning bell went. That bell tells us there's 5 minutes until it's officially first period. Every seat was taken except the one beside me. I prayed Dean wouldn't make it to homeroom, because if he does, there's only one place he can sit...

Of course. Of all the days he could've made it to homeroom, he had to choose today. He plopped himself down beside me messily, running a hand through his hair. He had it greased and pushed back, so he looked like the greaser-slash-douchebag he is.

"Hey, stranger," he mumbled in a low tone, "Funny catching you here."

"Dean--"

"I have a plan," he cut me off, "Okay? A plan."