Just a random bit of Winchester lovin'! disclaimer: i don't own =(
It's your turn to drive.
It's silly really, the glow of pride you feel when he tosses you the keys. He tosses you the keys to his baby (to his heart?). You remember the days when he was teaching you to drive – he wouldn't let you anywhere near the Impala. You'd had to learn on some crappy old van of Bobby's.
It's nice how you've seen his trust (and love?) grow, blossom. He trusts you enough to let you drive his car, while he sleeps in the passenger seat. You know how hard it is for him to ride shotgun in his own car, but he's nothing if not practical (and beautiful).
It makes your day as you watch the stress fade from his face. All the tensionpainangerguiltworry slides off his face like blood, leaving it so relaxed that you feel your heart swell with joy.
He looks so innocent like that. So innocent that you can't believe that it's still Dean. Innocence and Dean – well there's an oxymoron if ever there was one.
Yet, somehow, it feels so right. Maybe that's just because when he's a sleep, you can drink in his beauty without the fear of getting caught. You ravage his face, his body, freely with your eyes, and you relish in the freedom.
Or maybe it's because your heart melts into a pool of muscle and flesh and blood when his head slips slowly down to rest on your shoulder, then slumps onto your lap. Perhaps it's because of how comfortable he looks there – like that is where he's meant to be.
It's sad really, how little of this connection you feel with this unconscious embodiment of beauty when he is awake. It's sad how you relish in these moments where he is dead to the world, and you are alone with your fantasies.
You realise now, that you are cruising along far too slowly. That you'll never get there in time to stop another monster from killing another innocent.
You consider waking Dean and letting him drive - he'd told you to wake him - but this thought is so repulsive to you that you thrust it from your mind. You consider speeding up and your foot twitches on the accelerator, but your eyes are still glued on him.
Maybe just five more minutes.
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