In the Impala…
"Is she asleep?" Dean asked, getting his finger ready to poke Claire in the nose.
"She's awake." Claire snapped, her eyes opened slowly as she scooted as far away from Dean as she could in the back seat of the Impala.
"Why do I have to sit next to him?" Claire asked annoyedly, the question aimed at Castiel.
"Because-…" Castiel couldn't come up with a logical answer, so Sam butted in.
"Because he said so." Sam shrugged to Castiel, who looked confused.
"Whatever." Claire rolled her eyes landing on Dean, who had scooted to the other side of the backseat, tugging at the door's handle.
"Sammy, I want to drive." He announced, expecting the car to pull over immediately to fulfill his request.
"No." Sam said, hoping that would be the end of it.
"No? Sam, this is my car." Dean tried again, his tone becoming more agitated.
"Dean, I don't think- You shouldn't drive for now." Sam's attempt at keeping the conversation short failed.
"For now? Sam, I've driven with the Mark for weeks. I'm fine." Dean growled, continuing to lean over the front seats.
The second the words left Dean's mouth Sam knew he was lying. Someone who slaughtered seven men in less than a minute is not fine.
Okay, so I didn't have the time to formally finish this, nor did I post it before the new episode... So it's pretty much just for fun now. I hope you didn't mind the super abrupt ending.
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