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theimpala2020-11-22 10:13 pm
sonofabitch) wrote in theimpala2020-11-22 10:13 pm
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WHO: Dean Winchester (sonofabitch) & Castiel (intercessor)
WHAT: taking a relaxing drive turns into a lot more
WHERE: not far from the MoL bunker
WHEN: amorphous canon divergence after they become a thing
WARNINGS: reckless driving & smut
It's hardly a secret that Dean loves his car. Whether it's cruising behind the steering wheel, air guitaring in the passenger seat, or even tinkering beneath the hood, he wouldn't hesitate to call it his little slice of heaven. Hell, he's even fucked in the back seat a number of times, not to mention all of the other memories he has growing up in the car that's become a home. For all the time he's spent in the Impala, he never would have guessed that he'd be driving around with the windows down and an angel riding shotgun. Glancing over at Castiel, he has to chuckle a little at the insanity that his life has become. There was a time when the craziest thing he might do was hunt a wendigo—now, he's lived through demons and angels and apocalypses and several deaths. Perhaps the most shocking development is the fact that he's ended up dating the angel who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.
Things with Castiel have never been what Dean would call smooth sailing. In the beginning, when they were fighting Lilith and her seals, they'd butted heads over a lot of Heaven's ideas and orders. Once Castiel had officially joined team free will, there had been plenty of rough patches, too—disappointment in Dean, losing hope in their odds of winning, going down wrong paths of the wrong means supposedly justified by the well-meaning end. It had made them a family as fucked up as any other, but more than that, it had made Dean realize that he wanted more from Castiel.
Reaching for the volume on the stereo and turning down the Led Zeppelin pouring through the speakers, he stretches his right arm out to rest on the top of the seat behind Castiel. Of all the activities they do that might be considered dates for a couple of weirdos like a hunter and his angel, cruising around like this is one of Dean's favorites. Brushing the pad of his thumb down the line of Castiel's neck, Dean lolls his head to the side to give him a wink.
"You know," he drawls, eyes glancing to the road simply out of habit—it's straight for miles, and this late at night, there's not another soul driving the backroads of Lebanon, Kansas. "Before we left, Sam said he was gonna be gone for a couple days. We've got the whole place to ourselves."
sonofabitch) & Castiel (intercessor)
WHAT: taking a relaxing drive turns into a lot more
WHERE: not far from the MoL bunker
WHEN: amorphous canon divergence after they become a thing
WARNINGS: reckless driving & smut
It's hardly a secret that Dean loves his car. Whether it's cruising behind the steering wheel, air guitaring in the passenger seat, or even tinkering beneath the hood, he wouldn't hesitate to call it his little slice of heaven. Hell, he's even fucked in the back seat a number of times, not to mention all of the other memories he has growing up in the car that's become a home. For all the time he's spent in the Impala, he never would have guessed that he'd be driving around with the windows down and an angel riding shotgun. Glancing over at Castiel, he has to chuckle a little at the insanity that his life has become. There was a time when the craziest thing he might do was hunt a wendigo—now, he's lived through demons and angels and apocalypses and several deaths. Perhaps the most shocking development is the fact that he's ended up dating the angel who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.
Things with Castiel have never been what Dean would call smooth sailing. In the beginning, when they were fighting Lilith and her seals, they'd butted heads over a lot of Heaven's ideas and orders. Once Castiel had officially joined team free will, there had been plenty of rough patches, too—disappointment in Dean, losing hope in their odds of winning, going down wrong paths of the wrong means supposedly justified by the well-meaning end. It had made them a family as fucked up as any other, but more than that, it had made Dean realize that he wanted more from Castiel.
Reaching for the volume on the stereo and turning down the Led Zeppelin pouring through the speakers, he stretches his right arm out to rest on the top of the seat behind Castiel. Of all the activities they do that might be considered dates for a couple of weirdos like a hunter and his angel, cruising around like this is one of Dean's favorites. Brushing the pad of his thumb down the line of Castiel's neck, Dean lolls his head to the side to give him a wink.
"You know," he drawls, eyes glancing to the road simply out of habit—it's straight for miles, and this late at night, there's not another soul driving the backroads of Lebanon, Kansas. "Before we left, Sam said he was gonna be gone for a couple days. We've got the whole place to ourselves."