Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Driving Lessons
Word Count: 727
Chapter: 1/2
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Trigger Warnings: None
Summary: Dean teaches Sam to drive because John's not there. Later in life he teaches Castiel to drive because he's the best instructor the angel can get.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine
AN: Based on the prompt my friend gave me "Older sibling teaches a younger sibling to drive" and the second prompt "Dean teaches Cas to drive". Well I'm gonna do my best.
Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.
Driving Lessons - Sam
Dean lounged on Bobby's couch, flipping through channels as Sam worked on his homework. He settled on a car show and sighed, tossing the remote down. Sam looked up and tilted his head, staring at the cars on screen with a sort of longing before looking back down at his homework. Dean frowned in confusion for a moment. Dean had learned to drive when he was thirteen and Sam had just turned fifteen, definitely old enough to start learning his way around a car; but as usual their dad had dropped them off at Bobby's and left without and explanation. Sam had asked their Dad if he would start to show him how to drive the Impala weeks ago, but John had brushed him off. "Sammy, what do you say I show you how to drive?" Dean said, turning off the TV.
Sam looked up and stared at Dean incredulously, "What? Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I'm serious. It's about time you got behind the wheel. I was pretty much an expert at your age." Dean grinned, "I'm sure Bobby will let us borrow a car as long as we stay off the main roads."
"That…" Sam, for once, was at a loss for words, "That would be awesome."
Dean smiled, "Good. Let me go see if we can borrow a car from Bobby and we'll get started."
Sam slid behind the wheel of an old, sickly looking automatic, placing his hands on the crumbling steering wheel, "Shouldn't I be learning to drive a stick? The Impala's a stick."
"Tell you what," Dean said sliding into the passenger seat, "You do good with the automatic, I'll show you a stick next. No bullshit." He shut the door to punctuate the end of his statement.
"Sounds good." Sam grinned, pulling on his seat belt.
"Kay, so first you need to put the key in the ignition."
"I know that."
"Then do it, dumbass."
Sam grunted and put the key in the ignition, giving it a turn. The engine coughed and sputtered but roared weakly and Dean patted the dash in sympathy. "Alright, now put your foot on the brake and put the truck in drive."
Sam looked down and placed his foot on the brake and moved his right hand to the gear shift, sliding it from park to drive. He looked back at Dean, two parts excited and one part anxious. "Great, now take your foot off the brake and give it a little gas." Sam gave a little nod and shifted his foot, pressing down on the gas too hard, jerking the truck forward on the little dirt road. Sam gasped and slammed the brake, jerking Dean back the forward. Dean grunted and put on his seatbelt, "Little less gas Sammy." He chuckled.
Sam slowly nodded and moved his foot back over, pressing lightly on the gas. The truck rolled forward slowly and Sam sighed a little in relief.
"Good, good. Now we'll head down the road a little ways then turn back."
Sam turned out to be a fairly quick learner as Dean taught him to make wide and sharp turns, park, some trick turns, and even a little of parallel parking (which Sam sucked at). They pulled back up at Bobby's place just as the sun began to set and Sam turned the truck off.
"Thanks, for this Dean. You didn't have to." Sam said as he handed his brother the keys.
Dean's lips quirked upwards, "You're welcome, Sammy. You had to learn someday. We'll start on stick tomorrow."
And while Sam was not the prodigy that Dean was when it came to cars, Sam managed, at least, not to kill the engine the next day learning to drive a stick.
To be continued…