Neon Lights

Chapter 21 - Super Psycho Love pt. 3

•Dean's POV•
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May 21, 1968
3:18 p.m.
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"Dean! You're way late for your tutoring! What the hell are you doing?!" Sam pounded on my bedroom door. I quickly did up my belt buckle. Oops, I saw Cas's tenth-grade yearbook photo and well, I got carried away.

"I'm ready, just had to change," I emerged with much more presentable attire and persona.

Sam cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you dressed so fancy? Trying to impress your boyfriend?"

"Oh, Sammy, no," I chuckled incredulously, "I'm making a good impression on a Catholic family. Getting those friggin' Novaks to stop lookin' down on us Winchesters."

Sam nodded disbelievingly, "Hmm, okay. See you later, Dean."

***

"You're late," Cas scolded when he opened the door. I could hear chatter and laughing from the living room. Right, he has like a hundred siblings. I shrugged, "Sorry. Had to change into something nicer."

Cas let me in and shut the door. "We'll be upstairs," he stuck his head in the kitchen to speak with Michael, "If you need us, just holler."

Mike nodded subtly. Cas led me upstairs. I just realized - I've never seen his room. I shivered with excitement. Castiel's bedroom!

When he opened the door, the first thing I noticed was the cleanliness. So much different from my own batcave, without any socks or old food strewn on the floor. Also, it was very spacial, being in the attic. I like it. There was a crucifix on the far wall, a half-finished cup of water on a bedside table, and a neatly-folded pair of pants on the end of a bed that rested under the bunk.

When I walked in, however, I saw the other half. Another bed sat alone on the far side of the attic. It was like mine - no bedframe, just a mattress - and it was a messy area. Piles of clothes; two-week-old, fly-infested pizza; unmade covers...if that's Cas's, we have more in common than I realized.

"I share a room with two of my brothers," he explained, "I have the top bunk, Samandriel is beneath me, and Gabriel's the messy one."

"Shoot," I huffed, "Not much privacy then, eh?"

"I wouldn't fuck you here anyway," Cas rolled his eyes, "That's like begging for someone to walk in. Way too risky."

I shrugged. He has a point. "So..." Cas changed the subject, "Were you serious about fixing your life, or was that just a bluff?"

"I am pretty serious," I murmured, shuffling my feet, "Not about the finding God thing, but about getting my grades up and doing better for my family. Dad ain't here, so Sammy needs me, and I wanna graduate."

"That's noble of you," Cas's eyes glowed, "I'll try to help."

"Teach me some math!" I hollered enthusiastically, though I couldn't be more bored with the idea.

This will be a long day.

***

"No, no...the product of Y should be equal to the product of X, which we know is 94!" Cas exhaled loudly. This is even more difficult than I expected, but I think it's clearer now.

"I need a break, Cassie..." I muttered and rubbed my temples. Cas looked out the window at the darkness. It had gotten late.

"How 'bout we go to the Pier?" He suggested, "Take a li'l fun break?"

"Can we ride the ferris wheel and make out at the top?" I raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"Definitely!" Cas got up, closing his textbook, "Let's go tell Mikey."