Neon Lights

Chapter 37 - Crazy Little Thing Called Love

•Dean's POV•
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October 20, 1968
1:04 p.m.
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Dad's been in jail for four months. My life has probably been happier than ever, with Bobby and Sam and Cas...we've gotten by just fine. My head healed up pretty fast after the incident, and sex with Cas has been better than ever.

Life is perfect.

"Cas," I murmured groggily, before I realized my bed's empty. Obviously. I got up and threw the tangled blankets away, wrestling to get them off my legs. I nearly fell over while getting out of my room, gotta stop getting up too fast. Not good.

"Hey! Look who it is!" Bobby waved at me from the couch. Still getting used to this whole 'morning greeting' thing. Four months ago, dad wouldn't even be up yet.

No, don't think about him. "Morning. Where's Sam?" I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, which also relieved an itch.

"...At school," Bobby laughed, "God, you must be tired. How late were you up last night?"

Yesterday evening, Bobby went out shopping for Halloween candy and for a drink. I invited Cas over. "Pretty late," I admitted, stretching.

"Uh-huh," Bobby hummed, "Maybe learn to get some sleep. I won't be here forever, y'know."

I sat down next to him, "I know." I just became aware of the date - October 20. It's almost November. We're 17 days away from Cas and I's one-year anniversary. And I have a big plan.

"Go shower, ya idjit!" Bobby reeled, "You smell like your room!"

I decided not to take offense to that. I got up and wandered into the shower. Warm morning washes are always the best, when the water beats onto your back but it doesn't hurt.

After rinsing quickly and rubbing cleaner through my hair, I stepped out and loosely threw on a towel. It barely clung to my waist.

Just then, the doorbell rang. "Got it!" I yelled, running down the stairs. I looked out the peephole. Just Cas.

"Hey, stranger!" I swung open the door, and I chuckled as he tensed up. My torso was completely bare, with stray droplets of water clinging to it. My towel hung just below my hipbones, ready to fall off at any moment.

"S-Sorry," he crossed his legs awkwardly, "I-I didn't know you were just getting up."

"Cas, knowing it's you, I could've opened this door without the towel," I laughed, "Why are you here anyway?"

"Just wondering if you wanted to go to the beach?" He fiddled with his grey hoodie.

"The beach?! It's October!" I pointed out, pulling him inside.

"I know," he closed the door, "I feel like it's a beach day."

I shrugged, "'Kay. Come on up - I'll get dressed. You can help."

He slowly followed me to my room, still fidgeting in his jeans. I closed the door behind him.

"Nice treasure trail," he commented.

I laughed and threw the damp towel off, rummaging around in my closet for some clean clothes. Cas came up and looked at all the sweaters, jackets, and shirts I had hung in my closet.

"Whoa," he grabbed the sleeve of a jacket I haven't touched in ages, "You have a mackinaw?!"

"...Yeah," I pulled a shirt on despite being a little wet, "So?"

Cas yanked it off the hanger, "Wear it!"

I pulled a thin black hoodie on and zipped it up, "Why?"