Road Trip

by AviAviator

A Chevy Impala with a black paint job makes its way down the road, windows rolled down and music blasting loudly. Who else could it be but the Winchesters and a few other friends? (SuperWhoLock, inspired by an artwork, written for a friend.)

"…IT'S THE EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYE OF THE TIGER!"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, WINCHESTER, SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Sherlock yelled over Dean's obnoxious singing, threateningly reaching a hand towards him before John grabbed his wrist.

"Please stop it, Dean, you're—"

"RISIN' UP. STRAIGHT TO THE TOP—"

Sam hit the button on the radio, and both Winchesters gave each other a glare. The Doctor turned his head at the sudden silence (a difficult maneuver, considering he was sitting in the window with his legs inside and torso out, holding onto the roof of the car).

"Oh. I kind of liked it, actually."

"Thanks, bow tie."

The Doctor chuckled at this, then glanced back at the angel sitting backwards on the roof of the '67 Impala. "Are you alright, Castiel?"

"I'm fine, Doctor," Cas said, gazing around at the passing scenery.

"Good."

Another mile or so passed in an uncomfortable silence, before John broke the it.

"So, we have a demon-possessed murderer running around in central Oklahoma trying to hunt down a crash-landed alien. Are we not going to talk about how strange that is?"

They had all agreed how strange the situation was and decided not to speak more about it.

Another minute passed, and Dean hit the radio back on.

"Dean, no—"

"IT'S THE HEEEEEEAAAAAAT OF THE MOMENT!"

"WINCHESTER-!"