Neon Lights

Chapter 44 - Go Crazy pt. 2

•Castiel's POV•
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Same Day
7:57 p.m.
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The more I thought about it while I tied up my skates, the more I remembered a Dean Winchester in figure skating. I remember he was very good - he caught on quick, and he got better by the day. After four years, he was a professional.

Dean was already stepping onto the smooth ice. I hobbled up to him before I realized - I haven't skated in what? Three years?

The moment I stepped on the rink, I nearly fell on my face. Dean held me up, keeping me from hurting myself. "Jesus, a little rusty are we?" He chuckled, helping me with my balance.

"Haven't...skated in...a while..." My concentration impaired my speech a little bit. Dean held my shoulder until I got the hang of staying upright.

"Remember when we learned how to spin?" Dean let go of me and skated forward, "Remember?"

"Stride, stride, stride, give a li'l jump, tuck, and twist," I mocked our teacher's singsong voice, "Yes, I remember her."

Dean skated backwards, "I remember she'd shout at us if we didn't do the twist right."

"Don't twist and she'll shout," I muttered. Dean cast me a look.

I slowly inched my way to Dean, uneasy on my skates and the slippery ice beneath them. Dean held his arms out to catch me when I got close enough. "Come on, Cas. You'll get the hang of it!"

Dean let me go, staying close to me in case I needed his help. I hardly noticed the looks we would get from people if he held my hand or hugged me to keep me steady.

We ended up linking arms and skating around the rink. "So, tell me about your many siblings," Dean murmured.

"What's there to tell?"

"Who's your favourite?" Dean asked, "I know you don't like 'em that much, but you gotta have a favourite."

I didn't have to think about it, "That'd be Gabriel."

"Oh. Why?"

"Because he's the nicest," I shrugged, "He doesn't treat me like trash, he cares for me...he's also real funny. Plays lots of tricks, cracks jokes."

Dean nodded, "Sounds nice. Everyone loves people like that. He in school?"

"Yeah, he goes to some college...uh, Helix Academy I think," I remembered Gabe bragging about getting accepted.

"What do they teach?" Dean held me up after I stumbled.

"Euh...everything. It's just an average community college."

Dean hummed, "Sounded more formal than that, but okay."

Dean let me go, taking three long strides to the middle of the rink. He hopped a little, tucked in, and spun an impressive 5 times 'round.

"I've lost my skills," I mumbled, "But you sure haven't!"

He bowed cheesily, "Thank you. What's my score for that Five-Twist?"

"10 out of 10," I nodded with a wide grin, "You win top prize."

"And what is said prize?" Dean smirked, grabbing my waist and pulling me close. He seemed oblivious to the jeers of other people.

I stared at him through dilated pupils, "Me. I'm still in my mood."

"You sure are!" He let go, ushering me off the ice, "Let's go to the hotel, before your sex drive spins outta control!"