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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 3
"Cas, give me an hour." Dean said plainly. Wrenching open the side door and leaving the angel staring after him from the passenger seat. He stood up, finding himself nose to nose with that same face. God, he loathed that teleporting thing. He turned away from the penetrating gaze and stole a glance at the now empty passenger seat as he opened the back door of the Impala and settled sideways on the leather, his legs still planted on the gravel of the road. "I barely slept last night, I just need to catch up if I'm going to avoid wrapping us round a tree."
"Dean, we need to leave. I have gone along with your foolish and altogether ineffective method of travel, but this is quite simply a waste of valuable time…" Castiel trailed off, interrupted by a far away snore from a 'dead to the world' Winchester. For a few minute he stood there, completely motionless. Dean had always been amazed at how Angels could just stand and occupy space, without moving with ticks and fidgets constantly distorting the frozen stance like humans. Although he did feel his eyes flick to the steering wheel of the Impala, and then towards the road. Impulsively, without anymore thought or questions as to what he was about to do, he resolved to operate the machine himself. How hard could it be?
He leant forwards gently taking a hold of Dean's legs that were still hanging out of the open door. He eased him into the back seat just as the thirty year old began to stir.
"Cas, what are you…?" he mumbled, only to be shushed by the Angel, who then touched two fingers to his temple, sending Dean back into the world of sleep. He slowly shut the door and climbed into the drivers seat.
"Well, here goes…" Castiel began to mutter, but stopped, forgetting the rest of the saying, and slightly puzzling himself at its meaning. He gave another shrug as he started the engine.
Dean's eyes drifted open, darting up and meeting the roof of the impala and the rear window. He immediately realised that something wasn't right, he could hear the engine running. And the sky outside the rear window was rushing by, swept across occasionally by a lone tree or highway sign. Realisation hit like a flying brick and Dean sat bolt upright. The world outside was hurtling by, which was such an amazing contrast to the stillness of the driver of the car. Dean readjusted himself so he could see Castiel's reflection in the main mirror. The angel, in a word, could only be described as looking utterly petrified.
"Cas! What the hell? Stop the car!"
"I can't Dean."
"Can't or won't?" Dean replied sharply, his voice rising angrily.
"Can't! I don't know how to stop it!" They were both positively shouting now, flying down the highway at around 90, it was interesting how the speed limit wasn't an issue now.
"Middle pedal!" Dean yelled.
The car stopped almost instantly, and for a second everything was still before Dean was thrown forward. In that moment he realised he should have been more specific with his instruction, Cas having kicked his foot down onto the brake with enough force to put his foot through the floor. Cas rocked forward then the seatbelt slammed him back into the drivers seat, as Dean flew into the back of the passenger seat with enough force to break his arm. The car stalled and the engine made a guttural choke before shutting off completely.
"Son of a bitch" he muttered, kicking open the side door and stalking round to the front where Castiel sat frozen in the drivers seat. "Get in the back." he said as calmly as he could manage.
"Dean, I'm…"
"Don't even say it. Get in the back" he repeated like he was talking to a petulant child. Castiel clambered rather ungracefully out of the driver's seat and wandered round to the back, where he sat down in slience, hands in his lap. Dean sat himself in the front seat and rested his temple to the steering wheel. He had a headache, he was still tired, angry but also feeling guilty about yelling at his friend. His arm was hurting like a bitch. This driving trip wasn't really turning out as he'd planned.
- To be continued...
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