The impala appeared on a dirt road outside of Sedalia Missouri. Dean gripped the dash of his baby for a moment while his stomach caught up to the rest of him. He always hated flying.

"God dammit!"

Castiel shook his head and ran his fingers through Dean's hair. It always soothed the hunter and he figured Dean needed some soothing.

"We're approximately four hours outside of . I thought driving for a while might calm you down before the hnut."

Dean focused on his angel and smiled, "Thanks babe. You'r right it'll probablyhelp."

From the back seat, Sam rolled his eyes and prepared to take a drive. He pulled Gabriel into his lap and scooted as far toward the door as possible with his legs on the seat next to him. Being stretched out instead of cramped during a trip helped to keep Sam happy rather than what Dean like to call 'grumpy.'

"Hey, don't get boot prints on my leather Sammy!"

Sam rolled his eyes again at his brother, "I won't. And it's 'Sam.'"

As Dean pulled onto the highway, he found a soft rock station to help his brother get some shut eye. He knew that Sam would be out soon with both the soothing music and Gabriel snuggled against his chest. Dean reached over and grabbed Castiel's hand while he drove one-handed humming along to Dave Loggins, "Please come to Boston."

Hey, ramblin' boy,
Now won't you settle down?
Boston ain't your kind of town.
There ain't no gold and
There ain't nobody like me.
I'm the number one fan
Of the man from Tennessee.