[Supernatural: Drabble] "Simple Motion" [Cas/Dean, G]
Title: Simple Motion
Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 BINGO table of DOOM! prompt #21 ‘just drive’
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Original/Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: implied Castiel/Dean Winchester
Summary: “How much fuel do we have?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Simple Motion
“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Castiel, immediately after, “Hello, Dean,” before the rustle of wings had faded in the otherwise quiet front seat of the Impala.
“Okay,” said Dean, after a beat. The angel didn’t seem hurt, so he was willing to indulge him. “We won’t talk about it.”
“Good,” said Cas. “How much fuel do we have?”
Dean glanced at the gage. “Almost a full tank,” he said. “Why?”
“I have much on my mind, and I have observed how you find comfort in the simple operation of a motor vehicle. If it would be no imposition, can we just… drive?”
Dean looked sideways at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, how tired he looked in the brief illumination from passing headlights. “Text Sam,” he said. “Tell him we’ll be home late.”
“Thank you, Dean,” said Cas, already pulling out his phone.
“Yeah, yeah. You got any particular direction you wanna go?”
The angel shook his head. “Just drive.”
“Okay,” said Dean, and pulled out onto the highway.
THE END
Current Mood:
nerdy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #04 BINGO table of DOOM! prompt #21 ‘just drive’
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Original/Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: implied Castiel/Dean Winchester
Summary: “How much fuel do we have?”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Simple Motion
“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Castiel, immediately after, “Hello, Dean,” before the rustle of wings had faded in the otherwise quiet front seat of the Impala.
“Okay,” said Dean, after a beat. The angel didn’t seem hurt, so he was willing to indulge him. “We won’t talk about it.”
“Good,” said Cas. “How much fuel do we have?”
Dean glanced at the gage. “Almost a full tank,” he said. “Why?”
“I have much on my mind, and I have observed how you find comfort in the simple operation of a motor vehicle. If it would be no imposition, can we just… drive?”
Dean looked sideways at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, how tired he looked in the brief illumination from passing headlights. “Text Sam,” he said. “Tell him we’ll be home late.”
“Thank you, Dean,” said Cas, already pulling out his phone.
“Yeah, yeah. You got any particular direction you wanna go?”
The angel shook his head. “Just drive.”
“Okay,” said Dean, and pulled out onto the highway.
THE END
Current Mood:
nerdy