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Cass stood at the drivers' side of the Impala, staring at it with his thousand yard look, as if he were trying to read it yet couldn't quite understand what it was trying to say.
Sam had seen the look a few times, many of those times he'd been looking at Dean. Slowly he turned to Sam, "What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Uh, drive?" Sam threw the keys, knowing what he was doing until they bounced off the angel. Cass watched as they fell to the ground, and then looked back up at Sam his expression unchanging. "Cass, you need those to drive."
"I don't know how."
"It's easy; it's like riding a bike." The slight head tilt from Cass told Sam quickly that angels didn't ride bikes. "Never mind, just get in the car."
Once inside Cass just stared at the wheel, his expression still unchanged with the keys hanging limply in his hand. Sam watched him, waiting for the angel to do something, anything at all. "You have to start the car." Another head tilt and empty expression caused Sam to sigh. "Take the key and put it in the ignition."
The Impala roared to life and they sat in the idling car, watching it shake slightly. Sam could remember all the advice they gave you in drivers' education, but nothing could really prepare him for the hard-headedness of an angel.
"Okay, shift the car into drive. Now put your hands at 10 and 2 and you foot lightly on the gas pedal." But all of this seemed to go over Cass's head. Sam was starting to think this was a bad idea.
"There, now that big wheel there in front of you turns the wheels. Turn it left, the car goes left. Turn it right, and the car goes right. The two pedals down there; one is the gas, on your right, and the brake on your left. Gas makes you go, brake makes you stop." He hated explaining it like Cass was an idiot, but it seemed the simplest way to get everything done right.
Slowly the car started to move but before they could get more than two feet Sam was thrown forward into the dashboard. Cass was staring at the wheel, his white knuckled hands the only thing that showed Sam that the angel was afraid. Did angels get afraid? Who knows, but Sam knew something was rubbing Cass the wrong way.
"It's okay, let's try again." Slowly Cass took his foot off of the brake and applied it to the gas with a lot of coaxing from Sam and soon they were on the road and hopefully wouldn't get into too much trouble.
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"Cass! Cass, the mailbox! Cass! Turn!" Grabbing the wheel Sam narrowly steered the Impala from an impending scratch, moving the car back into the lane it was supposed to be in and off of the shoulder. Letting out an audible sigh Sammy leant back in the seat, felling a bit safer now that they were back on the road.
"Okay, now watch your speed. Cass you need to slow down." Slowly the speedometer needle went lower and Sam saw something that made him blanch:
curvy road sign with a construction warning poster posted below it.
This was going to be a long trip.
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"Okay, that's the end of our lesson." Sam grabbed the wheel from Cass, turning the car into the parking lot and putting it into park before he turned it off. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible but God didn't seem to be watching out for him that day as right that second Dean walked out and caught sight of the small dent in the door. His scream could be heard for miles.