I don't own Supernatural. Or an Impala. But I did see one in the parking lot I'm considering stealing...
"Ok, now pop the clutch."
"I feel like this is not necessary."
"This is a dream, Cas. Nothing is necessary. Now go on." Dean waited patiently while Cas adjusted his hands before following Dean's directions. The car was an old manual Dean had driven before his dad had given him the Impala. It was a perfect replica down to the sticky stick shift and rust stain on the door. The car shuddered forward and Cas frowned.
"Even if this wasn't a dream, I would still be able to fly where ever I wanted."
"Speaking of which, why can't I see your wings?"
"Your senses are too dull to perceive them."
"This is a dream." Something tugged at Dean's memory that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he shooed the feeling away.
"And I am still very real." The car sputtered and died. "And this is very frustrating. If this is a dream, as you keep saying, why is this so difficult?"
"Because I control the dream, and I'm making it realistic."
"So essentially this is real life."
"I guess." Again that nagging feeling.
"So I am real."
Dean frowned. "Listen, Cas, we may be going to investigate some angel bullshit, but that doesn't mean you aren't a delusion." The feeling became one of urgency. Dean was forgetting something important. "If you aren't a delusion, prove it. Why don't you just pop up in the real world?"
Cas suddenly froze, cocking his head to one side. "Dean. You should wake up."
"Seriously? How hard could it be if you're really an angel?" Dean got out of the car and started walking away, a hand to his pounding head.
"Dean, you need to wake up right now." Cas exited the car slowly, looking up at the sky with concern.
"I can't believe I'm actually putting up with this." Dean was paying no attention at all, lost in his thoughts. "I mean, I put up with a lot of crap but this is ridiculous. I was told by my own mind that I need to give up, and I don't really want to."
"Dean!" Cas was suddenly in front of Dean. "Wake up!" He laid a hand on the side of Dean's face.
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Dean jerked awake to the bright headlights and the blaring horn of the oncoming truck. He lurched the steering wheel to the side and slammed on the breaks, veering onto the shoulder of the road. Sam, who had been sleeping, smashed his head against the passenger window with a small cry off pain.
"What happened?" he asked, immediately awake.
"I . . ." Dean slumped against the steering wheel, his heart racing. "I think you should drive for a while."
Sam nodded. "Sure."
The night air helped clear Dean's mind in the few seconds it took for him to walk to the other side of the Impala. He sat heavily in the seat and rubbed his eyes.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
Dean shook his head. "I think I've had enough sleep for a while."
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