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-"Woah, last time you zapped me some place I didn't poop for a week. We're driving!"

Are We There Yet?

Hour 2

The drive had resorted back to silence for the past 20 minutes but something had been bothering Dean. The Impala was straining to top 50 no matter how much he floored it. He noted a sign at the side of the dusty road depicting a large five-oh in bold black lettering. He watched the needle hover at 50 on the speedometer but never inch over it. He'd never really pay attention to the speed limit while travelling with Sam. Often the time taken to get to a case could cost lives and a lot of the dusty back roads they took remained deserted; Moving at 60 at least, usually averaging more, shaved significant time of their driving.

And he did love to hear his baby roar.

He cast a sideways glance at Cass who was looking everywhere except for the dashboard. Clearly behind it.

"Are you doing this?" Dean asked, trying to keep his voice level. Mess with him, yeah, but no one touched his baby. Castiel cleared his throat.

"I told you, this method of transportation is slow, uncomfortable and more dangerous. If you insist on hurtling across treacherous roads in this…" he gestured around him, searching for an appropriate word, "'Junk-bucket', then I'm going to ensure you do it safely. You're human civilization's best hope and no good if you die in this thing!"

"Wait a minute, hold the phone." Dean said, his voice rising,

"Phone? I'm not holding a.." Castiel started, confused frown etched into his features. Dean just held up a hand.

"Did you, just call my baby a…" Dean swallowed, trying to comprehend the word just long enough to be able to say it. "a… 'Junk-bucket'?" Castiel nodded once.

"I believe that is the word that I used, yes." Dean clenched his fists around the wheel, knuckles turning a pale shade. He remembered briefly when he'd taken a swing at Castiel in heaven, his face had been like steel, about breaking his hand with the force that resisted his blow. For the second time in as many hours he found himself weighing up the imminent pain that would come hand in hand with inexplicable relief, and whether it was worth it.

He decided on the verbal threat instead.

"Yeah, Cass. Call her that again and I will throw you out of her."

Castiel blinked once, puzzled over the relationship Dean held with this car. He treated the sculpted metal better than most of the women he picked up in bars, scratch that, all of them. He could swear Dean was caressing the steering wheel, and although he realised Dean may well follow through on his threat, he also knew that the Winchester knew full well the angel would just teleport out of there if he tried.

Either way, he shrugged, a gesture he'd picked up in the time spent among humans, catching Dean's eye and flicking a hand in the direction of his left shoulder making him flinch.

"You should be wearing your seatbelt." He stated shortly as the black band wormed its way over Dean's broad chest settling in the holder by his right hip in less than a second.

Dean gritted his teeth, stomped on the gas pedal and trundled forward at a measly fifty miles and hour.

- To be continued...

Note - Hour 2. I like this one as I reckon Cass would do just that and not quite get the Impala fetish. Hope you guys liked. Hopefully another update this weekend!

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