Author's Note: And, with the conclusion of our Thanksgiving special, we're going ahead and jumping into our Christmas special.

Other: And, a continuing thank you to my beta for this story, vrskaandrea - any remaining errors are solely my own.

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Gina Knows

It had already been decided through discussion that everyone would meet up at Bobby's - only about a third of who Bobby was actually expecting. Benny, Ben, Claire, Kaia, Jack, and Liz - Benny wasn't cooking twice like he had to do for Thanksgiving, so he decided just to bring her, too - would all fly up to Sioux Falls on the 23rd. Sam, Cas, Jesse, Gabriel, Ellen, Jo, and Eli would all fly up the same day as Benny. Dean and Chuck? Well, Dean was driving and Chuck didn't want him going alone. Who was Bobby actually expecting? Dean, Sam, Cas, Chuck, Benny, and Ben. Dean also knew that Jody, Patience, and Alex were going to be there, as would Rufus. Bobby was going to shoot them and proceed to make the news not just for multiple homicides but also for ending Supernatural since not only did Dean have one of the three lead roles - he didn't care what some people thought, Cassiel wasn't just part of the main cast…he was just as important as the brothers - but Chuck wrote the damn books!

'Dean?' Chuck asked curiously.

'Yes, Chuck?' Dean asked curiously.

'Is this…a good idea?' Since Thanksgiving, Chuck had made excellent progress with shorter sentences, longer ones still gave him a little trouble, he was still damn near hopeless with names, and while he'd continued writing after his initial attempt back on Thanksgiving, he was needing Dean's proofreading less and less.

'Chuck, we haven't even pulled out of the garage, yet. What could possibly already be wrong? You already shot down my idea - joke that it was - of riding my Knucklehead up to Sioux Falls. Because really, I might have and still do some REALLY STUPID shit in my life, but even I am not going to ride a motorcycle up to the Dakota's during winter!' Dean clarified.

'Everyone who's going…they-they're grouped. But, you driving…it-it's just…us…me and you.' Chuck explained.

'You don't have to come with me, I could get there on my own. I've driven to Bobby's alone before.' Dean pointed out. 'YOU volunteered!' He added.

'But, you-you…did not-didn't need to be…going alone.' Chuck pointed out.

'Since I started driving Baby, I've only wrecked twice…and -' Dean began to explain.

'Three.' Chuck butted in.

'I was fourteen and backed into a damn pole, I don't count that!' Dean snapped, but he wasn't really mad, he was actually smiling. 'Once was back before I started in Days of Our Lives and I got t-boned - drilled in the drivers door by some drunk driver who ran a red light. Shoulder reconstruction hurts like a bitch! The second time was during the Christmas break of the first season of Supernatural and I hit a tree after sliding on black ice. Sammy ended up with a concussion off that one. Baby's been through hell but she's still kicking!' He explained. 'So, I'm not an overall bad driver. Why did you REALLY want to come?' He asked curiously.

Chuck turned his head to look out the passenger side window. 'Asshole.' He admitted.

Dean laughed. 'We really need to work on Gabriel's name…maybe. Unfortunately, not EVERYONE is going to know who you're talking about when you say that and might take it as a jab at them.' He pointed out. 'Personally, I think the name works great. Kind of like you calling Cas, Angel…which even after two and a half weeks is still making him blush when you do it.' He added. 'So, what did Gabriel do, this time?' He asked curiously.

'I do-don't like…flying…with him. He-he's clingy…when we fly…together. Afraid of planes.' Chuck explained. 'No. He-he's afraid…of…flying.' He corrected.

'I know. I saw the bruises you got last time you flew with him. I don't like flying, either…but I'm not going to hold someone tight enough to leave bruises when I do.' Dean admitted. 'And, he flies A LOT more than I do.' He pointed out. 'But, that's THE ONLY reason you didn't want to fly with Sammy's group?' He asked carefully.

Chuck lowered his head but didn't respond.

Dean kept his left hand on the steering wheel but reached over with his right hand, placing his hand on the back of Chuck's neck and massaging it lightly. Dean exhaled. 'Yeah, I figured that was the reason. Benny's going to be pissed, but when is he not, anymore? If he doesn't want to believe what I say, what you say, what Sammy or Cas say, then fuck him! At least, we'll know the truth.' He pointed out. 'Why do you do this to yourself?' He asked carefully, stopping the massage, but not removing his hand.

'Do what?' Chuck asked confused, looking at Dean with his eyes but not moving his head.

'I know you love me. But, you also know that I don't feel the same. Why do you waste your love on someone who doesn't love you back?' Dean asked curiously. 'Or, they love you, but not the way you want.' He clarified.

Chuck lowered his eyes. 'You do-don't want me to be…someone I-I'm not.' He explained.

'And, Gabriel does?' He asked curiously, knowing immediately he was probably about to regret that question.

'I do-don't like…kink…or the…lifestyle…that in-involves…or…the person it can…turn others into…but he does.' Chuck explained. 'I do-don't like…the kink…lifestyle, what it…involves, or the…person it can…create, but…he does.' Chuck corrected. 'He calls me…he calls what I like…vanilla…is that the right word, Dean?' He asked curiously.

Yup, Dean regretted that question. 'Yes, that's the right word.' He admitted.

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'Welcome to Utah, home of the…what does the phone say?' Dean asked curiously.

'It's the Beehive State…because…it-it's original title was…State of…Deseret…and Deseret…means honeybee in…the Book of Mormon…and originally…the state had a…large Mormon…population.' Chuck explained carefully.

'You can pronounce Deseret but you can't pronounce Sam, Cas, Jesse, or Gabriel?' Dean asked curiously, shaking his head.

'Sorry?' Chuck said, but said it as a sort of confused question.

Dean shook his head quickly. 'No, don't apologize. I know your head still works weirdly. I wonder why Cas talks so much about North Dakota when he talks about honey, the bee population, and honey production…if THIS is the Beehive State.' He said curiously.

Chuck shrugged. 'I do-don't know.' He admitted. 'Maybe…they produce…more and better…honey?' He asked curiously.

'But, mass production doesn't mean better. And, Cas has said since we were teenagers that the best honey is actually honey you get locally.' Dean explained.

'Why?' Chuck asked curiously.

'Um…I honestly don't know. You would probably be better off asking him.' Dean said with a self-deprecating laugh. He probably would know had he ever bothered to pay very much attention when Cas got wound up on the subject of bees.

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'Welcome to Wyoming, the uh…Equality State. If I remember my US History…and later, Women's History class correctly, Wyoming was the first state to allow women to vote.' Dean said.

'Women's History?' Chuck asked surprised.

Dean shrugged. 'Look, I know what John's beliefs were but that was NOT how I allowed myself to grow up OR how I raised Sam or Adam to think. Male or female. White, black, red, yellow. Gay, Straight, Bi. Christian, Muslim, Hindu. I don't honestly care what your sex or gender is, what color you are, what sex you or gender you are, your religious or political views. If you're a good person, then you're a good person. If you're an asshole, then you're an asshole. But, learning history…you realize that a lot of history is written from a mans perspective. And, to learn how a woman or women impacted history that the male dominated society didn't want easily known - or known at all in some cases - then you need to take the class. I actually enjoyed the class and learned that women played a MUCH BIGGER role than what you're typically taught.' He explained. 'Men just THINK they're in charge!' He said with a smile.

'You don't?' Chuck asked curiously.

'Not at all.' Dean admitted.

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Dean had already switched out of his leather jacket and into his heavy winter coat - and had proceeded to make it about three miles before he figured that the extra layer would be even better and took his coat off, put his jacket back on, and then the coat on over it, before putting on the toboggan and scarf. He loved his Baby but her heating unit SUCKED!

Chuck had made it about ten minutes longer than Dean before he'd put on his own hooded heavy winter coat - which coincidentally was also knee-length and big enough that if he didn't mind the snug fit, which he didn't…he could tuck his legs up in it - on.

'Fuck, it's still cold!' Dean said, gripping the steering wheel tightly with his hands in driving gloves, and shivering.

'I have-I-I've told you…since the first time…you brought…me with you to…Sioux Falls for…Christmas…that you needed…to get…Baby's heating...fixed.' Chuck pointed out, just barely keeping his teeth from chattering.

As Dean continues driving in South Dakota inching ever closer to Sioux Falls, he comes to the not so startling conclusion that windshield wipers do NOT do shit against snow! And, going at the snails pace of MAYBE 20 mph was going to make him late for his early morning Christmas Eve arrival.

'Dean, maybe…we-you…should just…pull off the…road? I...can-can't…see shit!' Chuck pointed out.

'It's fine, Chuck!' Dean snapped. 'I've driven in this type of weather before.' He pointed out.

'Once, Dean!' Chuck pointed out. 'You about…hit a…guardrail.' He said irritated.

'And, YOU about caused us to wreck when you grabbed the fucking steering wheel!' Dean snapped.

'I was…trying to…get us off…the road…and you…were-weren't…listening!' Chuck snapped back. 'And, you-you're…not listening…now!' He added.

'You EVER pull that stunt like you did a couple years ago and your ass is walking the rest of the way to Bobby's!' Dean said angrily.

'You would-wouldn't!' Chuck said genuinely frightened.

'I would.' Dean said honestly. 'I would then make it MAYBE a mile, more likely less than a hundred yards before I turned around to get you.' He admitted. 'Besides, I don't want you suffering from hypothermia.' He added.

Dean wasn't to sure how much further he'd made it before the snow wasn't near whiteout conditions but was still snowing pretty heavily but he'd still inched the speedometer back up to 30 and then 40 when he hit a patch of black ice and the car ended up fishtailing and in the process of trying to correct, he ended up over-correcting, and went through the guardrail.

Chuck had not liked the fact that Dean had started speeding up despite the still highly dangerous lack-of-visibility, but Dean hadn't listened. When the Impala fishtailed, his attention snapped to Dean. When the Impala hit the guardrail, he instinctively reached his left hand out for Dean's right wrist.

Before everything went black for the both of them, Dean said two simple but regretful words, 'I'm sorry.'

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'What's got your panties in a twist, Cassie?' Gabriel asked with a smirk.

Cas was pacing the living room, rubbing his upper arms. 'Something's wrong.' He whispered concerned.

'Dean's just a little late, I'm sure he's fine. And, what's going on with you, you're normally the really calm one?' Sam pointed out.

'Something is WRONG!' Cas said, eerily serious.

'Cas, I'm sure Dean is fine. He's driven up to Sioux Falls before, he would know how to drive in this weather…or when he needed to pull over because there was no more driving in it.' Benny pointed out.

'Sit down, boy!' Bobby ordered.

'I can't sit down, dammit!' Cas snapped. 'Something is wrong! I can feel it!' He said concerned.

'It's a weird talent of Cassie's. For the people he's closest too, Sam or Dean, even me, there were a couple of our brothers he could do it with it too when he was younger…he just has a talent for just KNOWING when they're hurt. It's actually freaky how accurate he is.' Gabriel explained. 'You think Dean is hurt?' He asked curiously.

'Yes.' Cas said without hesitation.

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Author's Note: Well, we're on Christmas Eve, but I figured this'd be a nice place to stop.

Edit (December 25th, 2020): I swear, I didn't plan on this being posted when it's getting posted, but hey...what better way to celebrate Christmas than with Dean wrecking Baby? Merry/Happy Christmas!

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