Neon Lights

Chapter 39 - Pocket Full of Dreams

•Castiel's POV•
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October 31, 1968
6:59 p.m.
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Today is Halloween, and Bobby is letting Dean throw a party, on the condition that we "don't get too drunk." I like Bobby - he's real cool about everything. He's taking Sammy elsewhere while Dean sets up for tonight, and I think Bobby will leave Sam at a friend's house and he'll stay at a motel. Basically, we get the house to ourselves all night.

"Where should I put the balloons..." Dean mumbled, "On strings, or just scattered on the ground?"

"The ground sounds nice," I imagined it and smiled, "Like a sea of balloons."

Dean chuckled, "You're so cute."

I flushed a little at his comment and helped him blow up black and orange balloons and toss them on the floor. Within minutes the almost-empty living room floor was covered in a sea of balloons, just like I said.

Dean had moved the TV into another room, and he'd pushed the coffee table back and used it to display drinks and snacks. He used the TV table for the record player.

"What're you dressing as?" I asked. Dean winked, "Follow me."

I followed him into his room curiously, watching as he passed the bag that held my costume. Dean dug a bag out of his cluttered closet and pulled out some costume pieces.

"I'm supposed to be a Demon of Hell," he explained, throwing on a black blouse and red tie, "It's kinda lame I know, but it's all I could think of."

He slipped on a shiny black suit jacket and dress pants. He slipped on black dress shoes and red leather gloves without fingers. A fedora with a red ribbon around it was placed on his head - it had red horns on it - and he strapped a black feathered Masquerade mask just above his nose. Lastly, he clipped a red Devil's tail to his back.

"You look hot," I hummed, observing his eccentric getup. I pulled some stuff out of my bag, "We kinda match actually. I'm a rogue angel."

My outfit was almost the same, except white instead of black and sky blue instead of red. I didn't have horns or a tail, but instead, large black angel wings. Dean eyed me up and down.

"You look...ravishing," he purred, playing with the feathers on my wings, "And I swear to Satan, I am going to fuck you in these later."

I grinned, "Looking forward to it, Demon Dean."

"See you in bed, Angel Cas."

I winked and headed out into the living room, turning off the lights and lighting the pumpkin-scented candles. By now, it's almost 8 o'clock. Guests should be arriving soon.

Meg and Zeke were the first to arrive. She didn't knock, obviously, she just walked right in with a loud cackle and a "Happy Halloween!" She was dressed as a witch and it suited her well.

"I'm Bitch the Witch," Meg announced when she met us at the top of the stairs, "And this is my gremlin."

I supposed Zeke was supposed to be a gremlin, though his costume wasn't too impressive. I didn't blame him though, because his family isn't doing too well money-wise.

"When are Tilly and Robin and that other fucktard coming?" Meg asked. I didn't need to defend Faith, because I know Meg's only joking. When she's not calling me 'Bee,' 'Clarence,' or 'Unicorn,' she's calling me a bad name like that too.

"Soon," I told her, motioning for the two of them to come see the party room. Meg whooped when she saw the ballocean and the drink table, and she kicked a black balloon up to hit Zeke in the head.