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-"Woah, last time you zapped me some place I didn't poop for a week. We're driving!"
Are We There Yet?
Hour 1
At first Dean had thought this would be a good thing. He didn't like being on the road alone all that much anyway and with Sam out of the picture for the time being, maybe even permanently, it'd be nice to have some company. Even if that company was in the form of a permanently dead pan angel of the lord. He slumped his shoulders a little and cast a surreptitious sideways glance at the dishevelled figure staring straight ahead through the front windscreen. The dishevelled figure that had been sat exactly like that for the past 40 minutes. His jaw was set in a hard line, as was his mouth, the perfect symmetry of his features almost spoiled by the mess of dark hair and his lopsided tie. Dean breathed out heavily and reached forward, pushing a series of buttons on the tape deck and pushing in the Metallica 'Ride the Lightening' tape he'd had for years, the music cutting in just at the end of the acoustic intro in time for the thrumming electric guitar and drums in 'Fight Fire With Fire'. Dean smirked as he watched Cass out of the corner of his eyes, physically jump at the sudden sound and proceed to eye the tape deck with vigilant suspicion. His suspicion slowly dissipated and reformed into disapproval as the guitar got heavier and the lyrics more, 'inappropriate'. Dean gave credit to him though that he set his pale mouth in a harder line if possible, clenching his jaw and keeping his hands clasped to his knees as the music faded out and into the harsh electric riff of 'Ride the Lightening'.
It was 15 minutes later that Castiel finally snapped. The pokerface he'd kept before finally slipped and he turned his head sharply to Dean who was singing out the second verse of 'Trapped Under Ice'.
"Dean," came the rough voice as the eldest Winchester slapped out a drum solo on the steering wheel. Dean didn't seem to have heard him, so Castiel tried again a little louder this time.
"Dean I would appreciate it if you turned that off."
"Sorry, I can't hear you Cas. The music's too loud." Dean practically yelled back.
The angel looked at him for a moment and Dean cursed himself for shifting under the heavy gaze. He loved to wind Castiel up, but couldn't help but feel incredibly uncomfortable under Cas' signature intense stare he often referred to as 'creepy-eye-sex'. The angel turned back to the radio, inflicting on the tape deck his disapproval, suddenly the radio turned itself over. Static filled the car for about five seconds and was then replaced with a chorus of young voices singing out songs of praise. Dean had no doubt Cas was working his angel mojo party tricks and immediately found himself weighing up the chances of survival if he threw himself out of the car now. 'Doing 65 on a dirt gravel road, it's not looking good…' But even those odds seemed healthy as Cas bowed his head and hummed along to the hymn.
'My God, my Father, while I stray
far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
Thy will be done…'
Dean flicked his eyes to Castiel, noting his chin jut out as his voice strained to reach the higher notes, humming the simple tune his eyes closed and he leaned his head back. Listening to the lyrics Dean understood the parallel to the angels situation. So Dean decided to suck it this once, gritting his teeth through the entire hymn. And the next one. And the one after that.
One hour later Dean knew it was gonna be a long drive.
- To be continued...
Note - Hope you like! Random drabble that's been on my mind for a while, I'm sticking to short stories for now until I get all inspired for my longer fictions. Should be updating this soon with a new little drabble for every hour of the journey, and I already have a few ideas.
Reviews sure make me mightily happy! :)
