Poppin' in the Middle

by kaybet

How many times did Dean have to tell Cas not to appear in the front of the car while he was driving and Sam was in the passenger's seat? Hint of Destiel and if you don't like that, don't squint and it won't be there. You really need to squint for it to be there. Also, this story isn't very long.

Hello! Little one shot here, written quickly at ten o'clock at night. I should be working on my painting essay, which was kinda due almost a week ago... Yikes. Don't expect any more stories or updates, sorry, I'm gearing up for graduation.

Anyway, give you a little backstory on this story- My sister and I were talking, and she started talking about Supernatural, which she has been binge watching, and she always wondered something. How many times did Dean have to tell Cas to appear in the back before he got it and stopped appearing the middle, between Sam and Dean?

And I'll be honest, I have never seen said scene, and I haven't watched Supernatural in a while, and I don't watch it at all, really, save for Cas. I like Cas.

She told me I should write it though, and I should write a Destiel fanfic, but I'll give this a go first. And then she told me that nevermind, I shouldn't write it, because I would ruin it.

Please tell me if I have ruined the spirit of Supernatural in a review.

"Damn it, Cas!" Dean yelled loudly as he hastily corrected the curve before the Impala could be sent flying into a ditch. It was raining, heavily, and they had been going well over the speed limit when a certain angel's elbow dug into his side and Dean slammed on the brakes.

Sam had been reading a passage from his laptop when Dean swerved and he closed it quickly, turning his head to face Cas. "Hey!"

Dean sighed as he finally corrected the curve and slowed their cruising speed. He looked at Cas through the rearview mirror. "Cas, what have we talked about?"

Cas looked back at Dean through the mirror. "You told me to "Pop up" in the backseat."

"And?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. Cas gave a long suffering sigh before disappearing from the mirror and from the front seat, appearing back in the back seat.

"Thank you..." Sam grumbled, rubbing his side, now thankfully free of a holy and frankly bony elbow.

Dean looked at Cas through the mirror, giving a look that said, 'I'm watching you. That wasn't that funny...' before returning his gaze to the road, driving on through the night.

The sixth time, Dean was pretty sure Cas was doing it for shits and giggles.