Neon Lights

Chapter 49 - Just the Way You Are

•Dean's POV•

We curled up under the sheets, pajamas on. My mind was still in a daze from that holy fuck worthy sex that Castiel, of all people, just performed.

Cas held me tightly, our legs intertwined in a giant knot, our hips slotted together, our breathing timed so the rise and fall of our chests didn't push us away from each other.

The crown of Cas's head was pressed into my chin, his smaller size easily dwarfed by my embrace. I wrapped around him like a shield, or a blanket, every intention to keep him safe from harm, forever. Always.

I kissed the top of his head, his overgrown hair tickling my face. He hummed sweetly against my chest, inhaling deeply.

"I love you," I whispered, "Love you so much, Cas. Y'know that?"

He craned his neck to look at me, "Yeah. I know that. I love you, too."

I sighed, blowing air through my nose that blew through his hair. I couldn't put into words how much I loved him. Every time I told him 'I love you,' I desperately wished I could say more. But there are no more words to describe how much Castiel Novak - this simple yet extraordinary boy - means to me.

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January 1, 1969
1:42 p.m.
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I woke up in the morning feeling hot. My body felt hot - everything was hot. I threw off the uncomfortably warm blankets and, regretfully, pulled away from Cas's gentle sleeping form.

Fuck, we slept late, I blinked a few times, noticing that it was almost 2 p.m. Someone was knocking at the door, so I sleepily trudged over and opened it a little. "Yes?"

A cleaning lady stood nervously, "Someone's called for you. They're on the lobby phone."

Uh-oh. Something bad must've happened. I gave my friends all our information so they could contact us in the case of an emergency.

I threw some acceptable afternoon attire on and sped downstairs, panting when I reached reception.

"Dean Winchester?" The lady asked. I nodded, and she handed me the phone.

"Happy New Year," I chimed.

Meg's voice rang through the phone, "Dean! Sorry to interrupt your holiday, but I didn't know who else to call!"

"What's wrong, Meghan?" I only called her Meghan when I was trying to piss her off or being dead serious.

I could hear soft crying and labored breathing. "Zeke got me pregnant!" She blurted, followed promptly by a sob.

For a second I was struck dumb. Pregnant? What's that? Suddenly nothing made sense.

When I collected my thoughts, I was able to kind-of-sort-of wrap my head around this, "Have you told him?"

"No!" She cried, "You're the first person I told. I don't know why, I just--"

"Meg, Meg, shh. It's okay," I tried to comfort her, "It's okay."

"No, it most certainly is not!" She barked, "My parents will know now! My secret life is exposed!"

She's right. They know now, she's had sex. Before marriage. Which, for some reason I fail to understand, is a big no-no. Imagine if Cas and I followed that rule!

I held back a laugh at that ridiculous idea. "Meghan, we're coming back to Tulsa. Hang tight, we're here for you."

"No!" She said, a little too loudly, "Don't let me ruin your holiday."