AN: This is a short little fic prompted to me by a friend, in an attempt to keep myself writing while The Same Coin is refusing to play nice. This is something Id wondered about ever since watching the episode Yellow Fever. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Driving Privileges
Sam glanced at Dean who sat stiffly behind the wheel of the Impala staring uneasily at the intersection in front of them. The man sitting across from him, was so very different from the brother he'd grown up with as to be nearly unrecognizable. At first the slow changes to Dean's behavior had been puzzling but as his paranoia grew Sam had found himself more than a little amused by it all.
-"Sam keep your eyes on the road!"
"Dean relax," Sam attempted to sooth.
"Quit telling me to relax!" Dean growled back angrily. "And slow down, are you trying to kill us?!"
Sam glanced at his brother before looking back to the empty street. "Dean we're the only ones on the road."
"You're never alone on the road," Dean countered immediately, gesturing sharply with both hands. "A kid could come darting out from between any of these cars."
The younger Winchester couldn't stop the disbelieving smile from breaking out across his face as he looked pointedly at Dean.
"What did I say?!" Dean fumed reaching angrily for the wheel. "That's it! You lost your privileges."-
"Light's green," Sam pointed out calmly, drawing Dean's nervous eyes away from the Impala's mirrors.
Dean inched his way forward, the speed limit feeling exceptionally slow compared to the way Dean normally drove.
Sam had only driven the Impala that once since Dean had started showing symptoms of Ghost Sickness. Dean driving at a snails pace and taking the long route to their destinations-to avoid crossing lanes of traffic-was far safer, and slightly more amusing, than Dean hyperventilating in the passenger's seat while making desperate grabs for the wheel.
He regarded his brother, noting the hard set of Dean's shoulders and his white knuckled grip on the wheel and shook his head. They were going to fix this but Sam couldn't wait until they did. Dean had given him way too much material and he needed to be able to use it, without fear of scaring his brother to death.
Thanks for Reading!
Morganeth Tarendrel