Neon Lights

Chapter 32 - Highway to Hell

•Dean's POV•
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June 15, 1968
10:17 a.m.
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Guess who woke up next to an adorable sleeping Castiel Novak this morning? Yes, me.

"Cas?" I murmured quietly, kissing the top of his hair. The soft, messy curls tickled my nose.

Cas made some sort of internal groan, close to the sound of a dying whale, and rolled over, squishing his face into the pillow.

"Come on," my voice was cracked with sleep, "We should get up. I can smell bacon."

"I don't give two shits about bacon," Cas curled up into a tighter ball, "I'm tired and my ass hurts."

I hummed, "I'll bet."

Cas muttered something inaudible and slid his arms around me, as if to say you're not going anywhere.

"Angel, I'm serious," I laughed, twirling a strand of his hair around my index finger, "You need to eat."

"Fine," he grumbled, sliding out from under the covers. He dug around his suitcase for pajamas, and I couldn't help but observe his lean form as he slipped them on.

"C'mon Dean," he turned to me, "Stop staring and get dressed."

I followed his order, throwing the sheets off and finding my pajamas. Once I was done, Cas opened the door to the chatty crowd.

"Look who's finally up!" Two-Bit squeezed my shoulders, "Get some last night?"

I winked at him before turning to Dally, "Did Meg bang you yet or what?"

Dally smirked, "Yes she did! Finally, one less person on my list!"

I yelled in congratulation, and Meg calmed everyone down, "Tonight, Zeke owes me."

Ezekiel muttered an agreement. Dally waltzed over to Two-Bit, "And guess who's on my 'To Re-Do' list..."

"Ah-ah-ah!" TB shoved him off, "The first time was a treat. Gotta earn it the second time, Dal."

"Well, I don't know Dallas too well," Matilda giggled, "But I know he can get any ass he wants if he tries hard enough."

Dally winked but walked off nonetheless. Meg returned to the kitchen to work on her bacon.

"Serve me up some," Cas requested, bringing a plate to the kitchen. His pajama pants must be too small for him, because they hugged his hindquarters tightly, allowing me to watch the swing of his hips as he crossed the room.

Once he got his bacon and eggs, he set them on the table and came walking back to me. "Dean," he murmured quietly, "I'm tired."

He practically fell against me, as if he could horizontally-sleep on me. I hugged him lightly, and he hummed against my shirt.

"C'mon angel," I chuckled, "I love you too, but we have to eat."

"Hmmnnph," he exhaled groggily, "Only if you carry me."

I obeyed, dropping my hands down to where his thighs meet his ass and lifting him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist. I carried him to his seat and carefully set him down.

Charlie took her seat across from Cas, "You guys are so cute!"

Cas smiled weakly, still apparently unable to keep his eyes open. "Hey Cas," I decided striking conversation would wake him up, "I never asked - what was pneumonia like?"

The room dropped into shocked silence, and a couple people gasped. Charlie froze mid-chew, and Meg dropped her spatula.

"You're a pneumonia survivor?" Matilda asked skeptically, "Are you God?!"