Castiel was always curious about the human forms of travel. Discluding his own, efficient, and well-suitable forms. Dean led the angel outside to the Impala and went into the passenger seat. That was odd. Castiel thought to himself, cocking his head slightly to the side, giving a blank stare to the hunter in confusion.
"Why are you not driving? It's your car." He deadpanned, not noticing that Dean wanted him to get into the driver's seat.
Dean huffed. "Cas, get into the driver's seat. I don't got all day." He slapped the seat a few times, gesturing for Castiel to get in.
Castiel pouted a little, rolling his eyes and uncrossing his arms, getting in and closing the car door. His hands and arms went up at the sight of the steering wheel, and his legs were elevated so he didn't touch the pedals. Dean couldn't help but feel amusement.
It was even a little cute.
"Okay, I want you to turn on the car. You should know how to do that right?" Dean questioned, tilting his head and handing over the keys as they jingled in his hand.
"Yes, I can," Castiel answered flatly, before putting the key in and turning it. The car instantly came to life, and the music that was once blaring was turned down to a low whisper by Dean. He paused, seeing the angel stiff as a petrified piece of driftwood. "Cas, c'mon dude." Dean raised his hand, and leaned over, pushing down the angel's legs with his offhand. "It's not like the petals are going to bite." He chuckled. Castiel once hearing his friend's voice, had his shoulders relax; he let out a stressed breath and closed his eyes for a moment. letting his hands hover over the wheel.
His blue eyes opened, and he looked over at Dean like a scared little puppy touching snow for the first time. Dean's expression softened, and his tone went from stern like his father when he started driving, to more of a reassuring tone. He imagined himself talking and teaching to his little brother Sammy instead of an Angel of The Lord.
"Just...let your hands rest on the wheel." Dean scooted over to Castiel's side, his hands lightly gripping the angel's hands. "You're not trying to smite the wheel, Cas." Their fingers intertwined, and Castiel blushed momentarily before setting his emotions aside to learn. "Alright, see the pedal to your far left?" Dean said, looking back up to Castiel to make sure he was absorbing the information like a damn sponge. Since he was an angel, he could do that. (It's kind of creepy, yes. But it's true.)
"Okay," Castiel deadpanned, his foot began to ease into the clutch, holding his foot down. He looked back to Dean with curious eyes and a damn adorable smile. "Now what?"
Dean smiled. "Now make sure it's not neutral."
"How do I do that?" Castiel questioned.
"On the top of the stickshift, there is like a little map on the top. See?" Dean pointed to the small nob, as it was in N: for Neutral. "That's like a diagram of the gears. Got it?" Dean raised an eyebrow, before leaning away.
"Okay," Castiel said, letting his hang gingerly rest on the stickshift. "Now what?"
"Shift into first," Dean said, and Castiel lifted his foot from the clutch, nothing happened. Minus the quick jerk of the car, and Castiel jumped, raising his hands and feet again. High up into the air, taking a sharp and uncomfortable breath in.
Dean sighed deeply, facepalming before shaking his head. The damn angel knew everything about history. Hell, he even knew about the Big Bang, and how to smite people and remember sigils AND killing demons. (There definitely a lot more ANDs than that)
"Cas," He mumbled, looking the nervous angel straight in the eyes. "You don't lift your foot off the clutch until you shift. THEN you let go and don't forget to keep your foot on the brake. I don't want Baby moonwalking."
"Okay. That's the petal right?" Castiel answered desperately, letting his foot hover over the clutch.
"Yes, that's the petal." He leaned back again with a confident expression. "Make it so number five."
Castiel took another deep breath in and glanced over to the shifter. "Number one." He mumbled under his breath, and with a small click, he was in first gear.
"There ya go," Dean said with a smile, leaning forward. "Now, let off the clutch, and feather on the throttle."
"Feather?"
"Don't just slam it down, you want to ease into it."
"There's a lot of 'easing' in controlling a vehicle. Isn't there?" The angel replied, keeping his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. The Impala was lightly humming in his ears, as he did feel a slight pleasantry from the repetitive sound.
"Yes. Yes, there is. Now focus." he ordered, now keeping his eyes locked on the empty street. He took a deep breath, and Castiel noticed his hand slowly hover over one of the grab handles.
"Here goes something." Castiel let his foot slowly come off the brake, and he used the same foot to slowly ease into the gas.
And the car began to slowly move.
At a very comfortable 10mph.
"There ya go..." Dean smiled widely, before turning up the music on the radio. It was very underwhelming music, as it was something he would listen to when speeding down the empty backroads. But for Castiel, this was a big leap. His leg began to bounce to the music, once the angel started to speed up. "So, this ain't the year, I sawww you aggggaaaaaaiiiinnnnnnn! TOODDAAAYYYYY! I had to turn my heart aawwwAYaAYAYYYyyy!" He sang like a damn broken record, but it made Castiel smile. As he was airdrumming the angel allowed himself to relax to the music, lightly bobbing his head to the rock music as he continued to drive.
It was so, so, worth it.