Neon Lights

Chapter 31 - Criminal

•Castiel's POV•
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Same Day
4:05 p.m.
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"C'mon you slug!" Dean tried to rush me, "How much stuff do you really need to pack?"

"I'm ready! I'm ready!" I laughed, trying to keep hold of my bags as Dean shoved me out my bedroom door.

"Have fun, Cassie!" Gabriel slapped my back. My sisters hugged me. Samandriel congratulated me on graduating for the seventeenth time.

Michael waved me off, "Behave."

I nodded. With a final farewell, I ran down my walkway to Dean's car. I packed everything into the back and got into the passenger side.

"We're all meeting briefly at Two-Bit's place," Dean revved the engine, "Just to make sure we all know the way there."

***

Two-Bit lives a ways from my place. It took about twenty minutes to get there. Everyone was laughing an joking on TB's front lawn.

"Hey, Zeke!" I waved at my colleague, "You're coming too?"

"Yeah, I dragged him along," Meg shrugged shamelessly, "He owes me a hot night."

I laughed. Good old Meghan.

"Alright dipshits! Listen up!" She hollered, getting everyone's attention, "I'll take Ezekiel, Matilda, Faith, and Robin in my truck. Two-Bit can take the gang, and Charlie can go with Dean and Clarence."

Oh, the nickname again. I thought she was over that. Guess not.

Gradually, everyone got in their respected rides. Charlie jumped in the backseat of the Impala, and Dean blasted some Elvis Presley to make our three-hour drive a little more enjoyable.

***

We got to Meg's Sex Cabin around 7:30 p.m. Matilda and her friends looked kind of scared. Maybe more intimidated? I'm not sure.

"I declare a game of Truth or Dare!" Meg yelled, and many yelled back in agreement. "I'll bring the juice!" Two-Bit referred to the many six-packs of beer he brought.

I remember the thrill of underage drinking. But that was last year. Now, I'm 18. It's officially legal.

We all sat in a circle by the fireplace. Two-Bit passed around the alcohol. Matilda and company declined with twinges of "what the fuck" written on their faces.

"Okay," Meg began, "Dallas fuckin' Winston! T or D?"

"T," Dally smirked, "The D comes later, obviously."

I chuckled. "Alright...last time you jacked off, who were you picturing in your head?" Meg asked daringly.

"Honestly?" Dally sipped from his can of beer, "Two-Bit Mathews."

TB nearly spat his drink all over Charlie, who broke out laughing. "Seriously?" He asked, "You jerk off to me?"

Dally merely winked at his friend. "Anyway, my turn!" Dally turned to me, "Cassie! T or D?"

"Duh-duh-D," I snorted, "Obviously."

Dallas tried not to laugh, "Uh-huh. I've never seen you and Dean make out, so..." He motioned with his hands for us to do his deed.

"Come on, Dally, way too easy!" I hopped on Dean's lap and met his lips happily, cupping his face to get impossibly close to him.

"Good! Now I have an image to jerk to tonight," Dally let us stop, "Your turn, Cassie."