A/N: It's 3:30am and I wrote this instead of sleeping. Apologies for any and all mistakes and general lack of quality loves. Again...it's 3:30am.
"Okay, now slowly -no, slowly, Cas- put your foot down on the accelerator. No, the accelerator, that's the brake… Okay, good."
"Alright," continued Dean, "Let's do this."
Castiel nodded earnestly and wrung his hands over the steering wheel.
The impala lurched forward and Dean grinned for a second until the car came to a sudden halt.
Cas looked confused. "I don't understand…"
"You have to hold it there, Cas. Remember?" Dean told him, "We talked about this. Keep your foot down until you need to stop."
The angel's lips puckered in determination and kept his gaze forward.
He placed his foot back down on the pedal and the impala again began a steady pace forward. He kept his grip tight on the wheel and wide eyes glanced every other moment at the rear-view mirror. After a few circles around some various and haphazardly placed objects spread over Bobby's yard, Cas began to relax more and manoeuvred closer to the obstacles. This slightly worried Dean and he let out a nervous chuckle.
"Hey, you're doing great, man," the hunter said, "Just, remember the brake. The brake is your friend. Don't be afraid of lovin' that brake."
Castiel's control began to waver just as Dean spoke and the car sped up, knocking a recklessly placed hat of Bobby's and re-directed its path towards one of the junk's abandoned cars.
"Love that brake, Cas!" Dean shouted, the car almost flying over the gravel. "Love that freaking brake!"
Cas stomped down and they stopped just a finger-length away from the poorly placed scrap of metal.
"Yeah," Dean said as he and the angel stepped out of the car. Dean leant his body against the impala and caught his breath.
"Sam can teach you to drive."