Title: A Hunter's Take on Driver's Ed

Prompt: Written for hugglewolf on livejournal: SPN, Castiel, Bobby - You should never teach your kids how to drive.

"Key, ignition, gas, brake, wheel."

"Dean frequently uses-"

"You let me worry about that part, Feathers, and prove that you can actually start the car first. Sometime today."

"The hoard is moving closer," the former-angel observed.

Bobby grit his teeth, and pressed his shirt against the bullet hole in his thigh. "Which is why we need to get moving. Key. Ignition."

Castiel obeyed, studying the metal object in his hand with dire suspicion before inserting it as directed. "And now I turn it?"

Bobby counted back from three. They were in a hurry after all. "Yes. Turn the dang key and keep your foot on the brake. Good. Now I'll ease us out of park, and you're gonna hit the gas as hard as you can."

"Such an action would result in speeds not permitted by-"

"Driving rules and regulations are second lesson," the hunter snapped, trying to maintain pressure and pop in his dislocated shoulder simultaneously. Since when could ye olde tyme hoardes move that fast? "Get a move on!"

Bobby just barely caught himself on the dash as Castiel sent them flying down the dirt road that they had come in on.

Castiel eased his grip on the steering wheel. "This is not so hard," he commented, keeping his eyes on the rear view mirror. "I believe I could handle all elements of-"

"Consider yourself lucky that you have control over both the gas and the break, boy," Bobby grunted, reaching over to steady the wheel for his own peace-of-mind. Castiel dutifully paid more attention to the direction of the car, and Bobby managed to tie off his destroyed flannel as a pressure bandage. "There's a shed up ahead another half a mile. Break there, and we'll switch."

"You should not attempt to maneuver the pedals with your left foot," Castiel lectured self-righteously. "Dean has said that only-"

"I know what Dean says," Bobby growled, bracing himself. "Now break!"

Castiel obeyed, and employed the emergency break of his own initiative. Bobby couldn't have felt prouder.

As he leveraged himself out of the passenger seat, Bobby reached out to the hovering former-angel. Castiel popped his shoulder back in with a sharp twist and Bobby bit back the shout, clapping the other man on the back with his good hand. They switched places.

Bobby ran relieved hands over all parts in reach and nodded. "Not bad, son. Now we were in a bit of a hurry, but next time you may want to try something other than reverse."