Disclaimer: Nothing of this is mine. I'm not making a penny. And I have about $.50 in my bank account, so no point in suing or anything.

A/N: Just another insane plot bunny that jumped up and hit me with a carrot. Bit of a spoiler through 5.08. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

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OR I'LL TURN THIS CAR AROUND

BY: MistWraith

The sleek black Impala flew through the night like a steed out of legend. It's growl echoed in the darkness.

Inside, battle raged.

"You just ran off and left the family!" Fury tinged the words.

"Not much point in my staying, was there? It's not like I could change anything!" The reply was equally angry.

"How would you know? You never even tried! You'd just rather sneer at everything, or yell at Dad! And then you took off to—what?—do your own thing? You turned your back on us and cut off all contact!"

"Oh, wait, because you were some kind of mindlessly obedient drone, I'm not allowed to go and live my own life? Not to mention, get some enjoyment out of life instead of being stuck in the damn doom and gloom all the time?"

"You know what? You're selfish. You have always been selfish. It was all about what you wanted. Not really all that much difference between you and Lucifer, when you think about it!"

"Why you self-righteous—"

Dean's knuckles tightened on the wheel and he swerved sharply to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes, smiling grimly at the resulting "Oofs!" and the sound of bodies hitting various parts of the car.

"That's enough!" he roared, turning around to glare at the two in the backseat. "DON'T. MAKE ME. COME. BACK THERE!"

He got no little satisfaction at the guilty and sheepish looks he got from Gabriel—who, after thinking about Dean's last speech to him, had decided to finally take a stand and had hooked up with the brothers—and Castiel, still sporting the slowly-healing cuts he'd gotten when Gabriel has tossed him around. Though the two backseat passengers stilled sent sidelong glares at each other.

"Hey, Dean-o," the angel formerly known as the Trickster raised his hands in placation and smiling brightly, "no problemo."

Dean's expression did not change, but he nodded once and turned around, placing the Impala back into gear and pulling onto the road. A muttered "Finally!" could be heard from the shotgun seat, Sammy rolling eyes and shaking his head.

The sleek black Impala flew through the night like a steed out of legend. It's growl echoed in the darkness.

Inside, silence reigned.

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A/N: Just for fun! Hope you liked it.