Neon Lights

Chapter 29 - Our Song

•Dean's POV•
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June 11, 1968
2 Days Till Graduation
6:38 p.m.
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I fixed my tie in place. God, I look like a total Stiff. I shrugged it off. Better to be too fancy than not fancy enough, right?

"Dean--" Sam walked in without even knocking, "...Why are you all dolled up?"

I turned to him, "Dug up one of my old suits. How do I look?"

"You look great," Sam said, arms crossed, "But what for?"

"Cas's Church Choir," I informed.

"Trying to impress him?" Sam smirked, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe.

"No, I don't need to," I retorted, "I just don't want the poor God Squad to think I'm a Devil worshipper."

Sam shrugged, "Fair enough. Anyway, I came in here in the first place to kindly ask where you've put my shoe?"

"Your shoe?"

"Yes. One of the old worn pair of white tennis shoes, it's gone," Sam accused me. I stared at him incredulously.

"Oh, those old pieces of shit? Dad probably threw them out," I answered matter-of-factly.

Sam snorted, "Yeah, he just threw one out, but the other's fine."

"I didn't take your shoe!" I shoved him out and slammed the door in his face. I sighed, pondering over whether or not to apologize, then remembered I don't have time.

I crossed the room to my mirror, checking to make sure I look spot-on. Tonight is Cas's big night. I get to hear him sing!

About God...but still!

I left my room and skipped down the stairs, "I'm off to Cas's choir! See you sometime in the future!"

My Baby was parked out front. Thank God for driver's liscenses. I was able to make it to St. Bartholomew's Cathedral just before it all started.

I found a seat next to Gabriel in one of the pews. "Didn't expect to see you here," he eyed me curiously, chewing bubblegum.

"Why not?" I stared back at him.

He shrugged, "You say you've 'found God' but you're lying. You're not the type. Also, you and Cas haven't talked for weeks. He was pretty beat up about it."

He missed me? He really missed me?! "Oh. We're good now."

"So that's why he's been so inexplicably happy lately!" Gabe snapped his fingers, "He's been smiling, doing his chores, helping us with ours...he actually comes out of his room to play games and watch TV with us..."

"Your attention, please!" A man stood in front of the choir group. He was dressed like a pastor. The choir was mostly girls, who stood in a large group facing everyone. To the sides of them, the boys stood in groups of six, facing diagonal. A few had guitars or violins, and one held a cello.

"My name is Father Bartholomew," he looked so proud of himself, as if he thought he was Saint Bartholomew, "And tonight we'll start with an old-time classic. This is a love song sung in Advanced Enochian."

One girl walked to the front. She was dressed like all the others - a white, knee-length dress and a sky blue cardigan. I suspected she was starting the song.

"Oich ù agus h-iùraibh éile,
Oich ù agus h-iùraibh éile,
H-iùraibh ò, agus hòro éile,
'S mo chruinneag dhonn,
Gur a trom ad dheigh mi."