Fic - SPN Gen - Sam, Dean, John, Bobby - Cruisin' - PG-13
Title: Cruisin'
Author: benitle
Characters: Sam, Dean, John, Bobby; no pairings
Rating: Rated PG-13 for angst
Warnings, Spoilers: Wee!chesters, angst, no spoilers, pre-series
Summary: John returns from a hunt and Dean needs to drive the Impala for the Winchesters to escape.
Word count: 1,866
Notes: Written for my darling petiii for the asylum_spnfics exchange. Her prompt was "Dean/Impala first time". Many thanks to estel_willow for beta. You said do-do.
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended.
If the Winchesters were a normal family, Dean would start driving at the age of 16. He'd take a few lessons first and then proudly have his own car to drive over to his girlfriend's to pick her up for the movies whenever they felt like it. But the words "normal" and "Winchesters" never fit together particularly well and that's why the first time Dean drives - really drives, not only those times when Dad lets him practice a little on the latest motel's parking lot - he's only 13 years old, barely reaching the accelerator.
It all happens so fast that Dean doesn't understand what's going on at first. Dad storms into the room at God knows what time; both Sammy and Dean having been asleep. Usually, when Dad returns from a hunt he tries to be quiet to not wake the boys in their much needed sleep; tonight though it almost feels as if he wanted to wake them up purposely for whatever reason.
Tiredly, Dean rubs his eyes and yawns loudly as Dad calls out their names. Taking a quick glance to the side, he sees that Sammy's stirring in his sleep, but not waking up. When Dean finally turns to look at Dad, his eyes spring wide open.
"Dad!" he yells in shock.
His father's standing in the middle of the room, hastily packing their few belongings. The sleeve of his shirt is shred into pieces and there's a lot of blood - too much blood - running down his arm. His shoulders and back look just the same; there's blood and random shreds of fabric and skin.
There's a huge lump in Dean's throat that he needs to swallow in order not to puke right here and there. He fears he's going to be sick any minute. Of course, he's seen Dad hurt before but it never looked so bad, it never looked so bloody. Dad winces every now and then, obviously in great pain.
As soon as Dad hears that Dean's awake he turns around and orders quickly, "Dean, get your brother! We need to leave. Now!" His voice quivers a little as he says it and that's something Dean barely heard before. Dad's never hurt, never so badly because to Dean Dad's a hero and…and heroes don't get hurt.
It takes another moment before Dean finally remembers how to function. He gets out of bed quickly and runs over to the other bed. Since Sammy's only 9, he's sharing the bed with Dad because he's the smaller one. Dean tries to be gentle as he shakes Sammy awake but then Dad yells at him again to hurry the fuck up and Dean can't really allow Sammy to wake slowly.
Sammy whines and writhes as Dean shakes him and when he finally opens his eyes, he blinks a few times. "Dean?" he asks, his little voice high and tired.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean soothes, "We need to get up." Dean tries to stay as calm as possible, tries hard not to let it show how he feels. He's scared, he's worried because he doesn't understand what's going on either. He doesn't know why Dad's hurt so bad and what's so important that they have to leave right now. But he needs to be strong for Sammy and maybe for Dad, too.
Reluctantly, Sammy lets himself be pulled out of bed. He whines a few more times that he's tired and that he doesn't want to leave. But all Dean can do is say that it's important, while rubbing a soothing hand up and down Sammy's back.
"Ready, boys?" Dad asks through clenched teeth. He just returned from outside and since Dean can't see their duffels anymore, he assumes that Dad brought them outside to the Impala.
For the first time, Sammy sees that Dad's hurt and Dean realizes the sickening extent of Dad's injuries. The lump in his throat is immediately back because there's too much blood and too much pain. Sammy starts crying, thick tears spilling from the corner of his eyes and rolling down his chubby cheeks.
"Daddy," Sammy whines miserably, obviously just as scared as Dean.
Dean's holding Sammy's hand and he feels how Sammy's tugging it, trying to get away, trying to get to Dad. But Dean's holding him firmly, knowing that they don't have time for this now and that if Dad says they have to leave quickly, then he means it.
"Sammy," Dad warns, "I need Dean and you to get out into the car now while I grab the rest of our stuff." And then, turning to Dean, he goes on, "You’re driving, Dean."
Dean's eyes spring wide open. He knows it must be bad if Dad considers himself no longer able to drive, after all Dean's only 13. Dean wants to argue, wants to say that he hasn't even driven properly before, that he's too young, that all this is too much weight on his shoulders. He wants to argue that he should at least stitch Dad up, or they should go to a hospital, but the look on Dad's face leaves no room for discussion and Dean knows this. In the end, he only nods, being the good boy Dad expects him to and pulls Sammy with him towards the car.
They cross the parking lot in their pajamas, no time to dress properly. It probably looks weird, it definitely feels weird, two little boys walking over to the car, one of them - Dean - wearing a pair of old trainers while the other one is barefoot. They didn't even have enough time to search for Sammy's shoes.
Before they even reach the Impala, Dad catches up with them. He's cursing loudly as he carries the rest of their belongings. After Dad tossed him the keys, Dean stares at them for a brief moment. So this is going to be it; his first driving experience.
To most people this is something special, something that means they're finally on their way of becoming an adult. For Dean it comes too soon.
"Dean!" Dad hisses from the passenger seat and Dean knows he's been thinking too much.
Quickly, he gets into the car, adjusts the seat and the mirrors and inserts the key into the ignition. It takes him a few times until he can get the Impala started, it was always so much easier when they were practicing in the parking lot, without Dad swearing next to him to hurry up and do it like this and then like that. It was easier when it didn't feel as everything depended on him now.
A bit unsure, Dean drives the Impala out of the parking lot and as he turns onto the road that leads out of town, he can see two police cars in the rearview mirror. They turn into the parking lot of the motel - the one Dean just left shortly ago.
"Hurry now," Dad orders, his eyes locked on everything that's behind them. Dean keeps driving straight ahead, barely underneath the speed limit. The last thing they need now is to draw any squad car's attention to them.
Once they left town, Dad speaks again, "Drive to Bobby's, Dean."
It's softer with the danger gone for now, but the pain is still clearly audible in Dad's voice. Dean only nods, concentrating hard on the road. As the miles go by, he becomes more secure with handling the car. It's easier to drive straight ahead, no more weird swerving left and right and it's also easier to shift into the different gears. He gets a feeling for accelerator and the clutch and their interaction.
They're not too far from Bobby's and Dean knows the way. Eventually, Sammy's whining and crying becomes less, so does his constant asking what's going on. Dean doesn't have to look at the backseat to know that he's finally fallen asleep again. He's glad for that, glad that Sammy got over the shock of being awakened like this or that tiredness won him over again. Either way Dean doesn't care at the moment, he needs to concentrate on getting them to Bobby's and getting them there fast.
Dad's pained moans become more and more frequent and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that his wounds need to be treated soon. When you're in trouble, don't take the interstates, take the small roads instead, the police are not going to expect you there. That's what Dad told him once and Dean's close to breaking this rule at the sounds Dad makes. He knows that Dad would get mad at him though and that's why he keeps to the back roads, even though this means it'll take them longer to get to Bobby's.
They eventually make it. Dad passed out because of the pain not long ago and Dean lost track on how many hours he drove with Sammy asleep in the backseat and Dad unconscious in the passenger seat. He barely makes it to the front door, he's so tired, so exhausted that it takes the last bit of strength he has to get out of the car and get the much needed help. It must look ridiculous as he stands in front of Bobby's door, only in pajamas and trainers in the early hours of the morning.
It takes a while until Bobby opens the door; he's probably still been sleeping. But as soon as he sees Dean, he reacts immediately, understanding what's going on. He pushes past him and walks quickly over to the car to get Dad out. Once Dean woke up Sammy again and once everyone's inside, the pressure falls off Dean's shoulders for the first time. He's so relieved that finally someone’s taking care of Dad and that everything's going to be alright.
When Bobby looks at him and tells him he did very well and that he should go to sleep now, Dean doesn't even try to fight the tiredness as it washes over him. He wakes up later, in a soft bed that he can't remember falling asleep in, with Sammy snuggling close to him and Bobby sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Your Daddy's going to be fine, Dean," Bobby answers the question Dean didn't even have the chance to ask yet. With a nod and a small smile Dean goes back to sleep, pulling Sammy just a little closer.
Later, as soon as Dad recovered, he tells them that he was hunting a werewolf and that the fucker attacked him real bad before he had the chance to kill it. A policeman saw how John shot him and after the wolf died, he looked like a normal person and John looked like a normal murderer.
When Dean thinks back now about the first time he drove the Impala for real, he doesn't think so much about the fact that he was too young, that there was too much responsibility for a 13 year old boy to bear, no, he rather thinks about everything he did right, everything he did to save his Dad and Sammy. He rather thinks about the fact that thanks to him, they were not caught that night.
Author: benitle
Characters: Sam, Dean, John, Bobby; no pairings
Rating: Rated PG-13 for angst
Warnings, Spoilers: Wee!chesters, angst, no spoilers, pre-series
Summary: John returns from a hunt and Dean needs to drive the Impala for the Winchesters to escape.
Word count: 1,866
Notes: Written for my darling petiii for the asylum_spnfics exchange. Her prompt was "Dean/Impala first time". Many thanks to estel_willow for beta. You said do-do.
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No money is being made, no copyright infringement intended.
If the Winchesters were a normal family, Dean would start driving at the age of 16. He'd take a few lessons first and then proudly have his own car to drive over to his girlfriend's to pick her up for the movies whenever they felt like it. But the words "normal" and "Winchesters" never fit together particularly well and that's why the first time Dean drives - really drives, not only those times when Dad lets him practice a little on the latest motel's parking lot - he's only 13 years old, barely reaching the accelerator.
It all happens so fast that Dean doesn't understand what's going on at first. Dad storms into the room at God knows what time; both Sammy and Dean having been asleep. Usually, when Dad returns from a hunt he tries to be quiet to not wake the boys in their much needed sleep; tonight though it almost feels as if he wanted to wake them up purposely for whatever reason.
Tiredly, Dean rubs his eyes and yawns loudly as Dad calls out their names. Taking a quick glance to the side, he sees that Sammy's stirring in his sleep, but not waking up. When Dean finally turns to look at Dad, his eyes spring wide open.
"Dad!" he yells in shock.
His father's standing in the middle of the room, hastily packing their few belongings. The sleeve of his shirt is shred into pieces and there's a lot of blood - too much blood - running down his arm. His shoulders and back look just the same; there's blood and random shreds of fabric and skin.
There's a huge lump in Dean's throat that he needs to swallow in order not to puke right here and there. He fears he's going to be sick any minute. Of course, he's seen Dad hurt before but it never looked so bad, it never looked so bloody. Dad winces every now and then, obviously in great pain.
As soon as Dad hears that Dean's awake he turns around and orders quickly, "Dean, get your brother! We need to leave. Now!" His voice quivers a little as he says it and that's something Dean barely heard before. Dad's never hurt, never so badly because to Dean Dad's a hero and…and heroes don't get hurt.
It takes another moment before Dean finally remembers how to function. He gets out of bed quickly and runs over to the other bed. Since Sammy's only 9, he's sharing the bed with Dad because he's the smaller one. Dean tries to be gentle as he shakes Sammy awake but then Dad yells at him again to hurry the fuck up and Dean can't really allow Sammy to wake slowly.
Sammy whines and writhes as Dean shakes him and when he finally opens his eyes, he blinks a few times. "Dean?" he asks, his little voice high and tired.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean soothes, "We need to get up." Dean tries to stay as calm as possible, tries hard not to let it show how he feels. He's scared, he's worried because he doesn't understand what's going on either. He doesn't know why Dad's hurt so bad and what's so important that they have to leave right now. But he needs to be strong for Sammy and maybe for Dad, too.
Reluctantly, Sammy lets himself be pulled out of bed. He whines a few more times that he's tired and that he doesn't want to leave. But all Dean can do is say that it's important, while rubbing a soothing hand up and down Sammy's back.
"Ready, boys?" Dad asks through clenched teeth. He just returned from outside and since Dean can't see their duffels anymore, he assumes that Dad brought them outside to the Impala.
For the first time, Sammy sees that Dad's hurt and Dean realizes the sickening extent of Dad's injuries. The lump in his throat is immediately back because there's too much blood and too much pain. Sammy starts crying, thick tears spilling from the corner of his eyes and rolling down his chubby cheeks.
"Daddy," Sammy whines miserably, obviously just as scared as Dean.
Dean's holding Sammy's hand and he feels how Sammy's tugging it, trying to get away, trying to get to Dad. But Dean's holding him firmly, knowing that they don't have time for this now and that if Dad says they have to leave quickly, then he means it.
"Sammy," Dad warns, "I need Dean and you to get out into the car now while I grab the rest of our stuff." And then, turning to Dean, he goes on, "You’re driving, Dean."
Dean's eyes spring wide open. He knows it must be bad if Dad considers himself no longer able to drive, after all Dean's only 13. Dean wants to argue, wants to say that he hasn't even driven properly before, that he's too young, that all this is too much weight on his shoulders. He wants to argue that he should at least stitch Dad up, or they should go to a hospital, but the look on Dad's face leaves no room for discussion and Dean knows this. In the end, he only nods, being the good boy Dad expects him to and pulls Sammy with him towards the car.
They cross the parking lot in their pajamas, no time to dress properly. It probably looks weird, it definitely feels weird, two little boys walking over to the car, one of them - Dean - wearing a pair of old trainers while the other one is barefoot. They didn't even have enough time to search for Sammy's shoes.
Before they even reach the Impala, Dad catches up with them. He's cursing loudly as he carries the rest of their belongings. After Dad tossed him the keys, Dean stares at them for a brief moment. So this is going to be it; his first driving experience.
To most people this is something special, something that means they're finally on their way of becoming an adult. For Dean it comes too soon.
"Dean!" Dad hisses from the passenger seat and Dean knows he's been thinking too much.
Quickly, he gets into the car, adjusts the seat and the mirrors and inserts the key into the ignition. It takes him a few times until he can get the Impala started, it was always so much easier when they were practicing in the parking lot, without Dad swearing next to him to hurry up and do it like this and then like that. It was easier when it didn't feel as everything depended on him now.
A bit unsure, Dean drives the Impala out of the parking lot and as he turns onto the road that leads out of town, he can see two police cars in the rearview mirror. They turn into the parking lot of the motel - the one Dean just left shortly ago.
"Hurry now," Dad orders, his eyes locked on everything that's behind them. Dean keeps driving straight ahead, barely underneath the speed limit. The last thing they need now is to draw any squad car's attention to them.
Once they left town, Dad speaks again, "Drive to Bobby's, Dean."
It's softer with the danger gone for now, but the pain is still clearly audible in Dad's voice. Dean only nods, concentrating hard on the road. As the miles go by, he becomes more secure with handling the car. It's easier to drive straight ahead, no more weird swerving left and right and it's also easier to shift into the different gears. He gets a feeling for accelerator and the clutch and their interaction.
They're not too far from Bobby's and Dean knows the way. Eventually, Sammy's whining and crying becomes less, so does his constant asking what's going on. Dean doesn't have to look at the backseat to know that he's finally fallen asleep again. He's glad for that, glad that Sammy got over the shock of being awakened like this or that tiredness won him over again. Either way Dean doesn't care at the moment, he needs to concentrate on getting them to Bobby's and getting them there fast.
Dad's pained moans become more and more frequent and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that his wounds need to be treated soon. When you're in trouble, don't take the interstates, take the small roads instead, the police are not going to expect you there. That's what Dad told him once and Dean's close to breaking this rule at the sounds Dad makes. He knows that Dad would get mad at him though and that's why he keeps to the back roads, even though this means it'll take them longer to get to Bobby's.
They eventually make it. Dad passed out because of the pain not long ago and Dean lost track on how many hours he drove with Sammy asleep in the backseat and Dad unconscious in the passenger seat. He barely makes it to the front door, he's so tired, so exhausted that it takes the last bit of strength he has to get out of the car and get the much needed help. It must look ridiculous as he stands in front of Bobby's door, only in pajamas and trainers in the early hours of the morning.
It takes a while until Bobby opens the door; he's probably still been sleeping. But as soon as he sees Dean, he reacts immediately, understanding what's going on. He pushes past him and walks quickly over to the car to get Dad out. Once Dean woke up Sammy again and once everyone's inside, the pressure falls off Dean's shoulders for the first time. He's so relieved that finally someone’s taking care of Dad and that everything's going to be alright.
When Bobby looks at him and tells him he did very well and that he should go to sleep now, Dean doesn't even try to fight the tiredness as it washes over him. He wakes up later, in a soft bed that he can't remember falling asleep in, with Sammy snuggling close to him and Bobby sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Your Daddy's going to be fine, Dean," Bobby answers the question Dean didn't even have the chance to ask yet. With a nod and a small smile Dean goes back to sleep, pulling Sammy just a little closer.
Later, as soon as Dad recovered, he tells them that he was hunting a werewolf and that the fucker attacked him real bad before he had the chance to kill it. A policeman saw how John shot him and after the wolf died, he looked like a normal person and John looked like a normal murderer.
When Dean thinks back now about the first time he drove the Impala for real, he doesn't think so much about the fact that he was too young, that there was too much responsibility for a 13 year old boy to bear, no, he rather thinks about everything he did right, everything he did to save his Dad and Sammy. He rather thinks about the fact that thanks to him, they were not caught that night.