Neon Lights

Chapter 42 - New York

•Dean's POV•
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F L A S H B A C K
November 7, 1968
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"What did Michael say?" I asked nervously, almost certain he'd have said no.

Cas looked at me with a grin like a sly fox, "He said 'no,' but I'm going anyway. Just park somewhere on my street late at night on the 22nd, I'll come out with my stuff packed, stay at your place that night, then we leave in the morning. Good?"

I nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

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December 23rd, 1968
10:04 a.m.
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I woke up next to Cas. He was cuddled up next to me, nuzzled into my chest and gripping my shirt like a vise. This is insane, I thought with a smile. I'm sneaking Castiel Novak off to NYC in one hour, and there's nothing Michael can do to stop us.

"Wake up, Cas," I pushed his hair away from his eyes - he needs a haircut - and glanced over at all our pre-packed bags. Cas groaned, "What year is it?"

"Christmas Eve-Eve, 1968," I responded with a coo, "Now get up. Our plane leaves in an hour."

Cas reluctantly got out of bed, slipping on yesterday's clothes. I wore faded blue jeans and a clean shirt, a flannel, and my leather jacket.

Cas was trying to get his hair to cooperate while I checked that we had everything. Sam will have left for school by now, but we can say goodbye to Bobby.

All Bobby knows is that we're going on vacation for a few weeks, he doesn't have to know the details...

"Hey Bobby!" I waltzed into the kitchen coolly, "Just sayin' goodbye. We're off!"

Bobby hugged me despite my protests, "We'll miss you, boy. Be safe, and don't do drugs. Got it?"

I nodded, "I know, Bobs. See ya!"

"Never call me that again..." Bobby muttered in a low tone as I skipped off gleefully. Cas had our bags by the door, ready to head off.

"Away we go! We have a plane to catch!" I helped Cas with the bags, loading them into the Impala and hopping in. I revved up Baby's engine and rumbled off - off to a new land, a new start, and a new bed to have sex in. What a life.

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Cas looked a little uncomfortable in his seat. I looked at him and grabbed his hand when no-one was looking, "What's wrong, angel?"

"I-I've never flown before," he gulped, squeezing my palm, "I'm a bit scared."

"Same here..." I mumbled shamefully, "I'm...scared to fly."

"But you--" Cas cut off in shock, "You put that aside...for me?"

"I love you, Cas," I mumbled quietly, "And I'm not going to let a silly plane-phobia get in the way of our trip."

Cas smiled brightly at me, that beautiful ecstatic grin that has my heart practically jumping out of my chest. I wish he'd smile like that more often, but not in public...I hate having to resist the urge to kiss him.

The plane started up, rumbling menacingly and taking to the air. I gripped the arm rests of my seat tightly and started humming the first song that came to mind, closing my eyes and attempting to forget the violent shaking of this god-forsaken plane...!

"Are you..." Cas stared at me incredulously, "...Humming Elvis?"

"Shut up," I growled defensively, "It calms me down."