Neon Lights

Chapter 41 - Latin Moon

•Castiel's POV•
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November 6, 1968
1 Year Anniversary
3:46 p.m.
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"How're the boys?" Dean asked quietly after a long silence. Dally kicked at the sand, blowing out smoke angrily at the sky. His face looked worried.

"Their court date is tonight," he took another furious drag from his cancer stick, "It wasn't their fault...it wasn't Johnny...it was those Socs--"

He looked away and obviously tried desperately to blink away tears, but light reflected against the water that brimmed his eyelids. Two-Bit strung an arm over his shoulders and held him tightly. "Say nothing of this," Dally warned, "I don't cry."

"Unless your son goes to jail," Two-Bit pointed out, "Crying don't mean you're weak. It means your human."

"That ain't how I see it."

"Dallas..." TB sighed in an agitated tone, "What was the very first thing you ever did, ever?"

Dally stared at Two-Bit, "How the fuck am I supposed to remember that?!"

"Think," TB pressed on, "When you come out of your mum when you're born, what's the first thing every baby does that shows the doctor it's alive and well?"

"It...cries," Dally mumbled, "But shut up! And what was that about my son going to jail? Johnny ain't my son!"

"He's the closest you've ever had to one," TB shrugged. He had a point.

Dean clenched his jaw, "The slammer's gonna change Johnnycake. He'll come back, but he'll be a new man."

"You never know," my optimist side clicked into action, "Maybe for the better? Maybe he'll be braver?"

"It's never for the better," Dally growled, tossing his cigartte into the sand to burn it out, "Jail changed people, never for the better. Never."

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Same Day
1 Year Anniversary
6:04 p.m.
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I wondered to myself if Dean had something planned. I wondered if he even remembers that today, November 6th, is our one year anniversary. One year ago today, he blew me under that dock. We got together, got frisky, stayed away for six months, got saucy, broke up, did some more x-rated things...I sat on the edge of Dean's mattress and thought of all the things we've done that brought us closer together than peanut butter is to jelly on a PB & J sandwich.

"Hey stranger," Dean walked in. When he turned around to shut the door, I noticed a small square-shaped bulge in his back pocket.

I fiddled with my clothes awkwardly. I'm certain that whatever that is, it isn't for me. Dean sat next to me, pulling the square-shaped object out of his pocket to be able to sit properly. He hid it so I couldn't see.

"What's that?" I asked. It's not for me, so he'll probably tell, right? What if it is for me, my needy mind thought, and what if it's a ring?

I almost laughed at myself. Why would he get me a ring? We can't marry. But what if it's a promise ring? Or just a joke? My insides churned, a cocktail of excitement and raging curiosity mixing deep in the pit of my stomach - what is in that little box, and is it for me?

"It's...well today, Castiel," Dean grabbed one of my hands, "Today is our one-year anniversary."

Oh, so he remembered. "I got you something special," he continued, handing me the object. A small black box was handed to me, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Y-You didn't..." I chuckled, holding the fucking ring box in my trembling hands.

Dean nudged me impatiently, a wide grin on his face, "Just open it!"

I slowly pushed the top open, eyes shut tight. If there is a diamond staring back at me when I open my eyes, I think I may faint.

But alas, when my eyelids fluttered open, all that looked back was a tightly-folded piece of paper.

My beating heart dropped into my stomach, and my shoulders sagged, "Oh, you fucker!"

Dean clutched his stomach laughing, "Gotcha! But...really, look. It's still special, just maybe not...that special."

I huffed, but obeyed, pulling the paper out of the ring slot and unfolding it. I read the words over, inspecting it with a confused expression, before it hit me like a wrecking ball - it's a ticket.

"N-No..." I expected a ring, but oh this is just as amazing, "Seriously?"

Dean nodded slowly. I felt utterly choked, "N...New York?"

"Two tickets to NYC," Dean smiled wide, "For the holidays. I had to bend over backwards for too many people to get those tickets, so you'd better come. We leave on the 23rd of December."

"I'll beg Michael," a stray tear slid down my cheek, "But I'm going."

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"No! Michael, he worked hard to get the tickets!" I begged, desperate at this point, "You have to let me go!"

Michael crossed his arms and stared at me coldly, "I let you spend almost all your time with that boy, I even let you spend a weekend in a secluded cabin with him, but a few weeks in New York City alone with that Winchester is where I draw the line."

"But--"

"No buts!" He growled, "You can continue to hang out as normal, but no New York. My decision is final."

**Prick!Michael strikes again.

So was that exciting?! I hope so.

Will Cas go to NYC anyway? Hmmmmmm I wonder... (~>.>)~

So short chapter. Oopsie daisies.

Going to be updating REBEL and Rememberance tonight, and uhh SPOILER FOR NL:
I have changed the ending! For this story, I had a strong idea for the end, but that idea has been changed! ooh...

Anyway, is everyone excited for school tomorrow?! Getting up at 6 AM to sit in a room full of bitches and fuckboys for 8 hours! FUN!

Puke.

So the picture...literally my face when I finished Twist & Shout. "Oh. Okay."

What are your predictions for the end of this story? I suspect it will go well over 50 chapters oops :\\

So today is SUNDAY!
This week's #SelfFactSunday is: (I may have said this already but...) Probably my biggest fear is pregnancy ~.~ Call me a stupid, irrational little girl but hey I can't explain it either. I just have preg-aphobia. Oopsie?

Song: "Latin Moon" by Mia Martina

*Professor from Futurama voice* Good news everyone! We have not only become more popular than ASIH, but we've hit 17.1K reads! That is amazing! DANKE GUYS!!

And remember, y'all just keep having a great 2015, and a happy 1st day of school! ilyasm! x

xoxo, Garnent•.•**