Due South pt 2, aka OMG YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHTnovembersmithNovember 9 2009, 18:30:03 UTC
"Um, Dean?" Castiel said, voice edging into a higher octave than Dean was used to.
"What?" Dean said, then shoved at his brother again. "Sam, if you don't get your nose outta my ear in the next two seconds, swear to god we're taking an emergency stop at the vet. Capiche?"
Sam whuffled and licked his cheek, then settled down in the seat next to him. Dean sighed and reached over to scratch his neck, stifling a small smile when Sam leaned into his hand. Maybe this channel-changing business wasn't all bad.
"Good to see you boys getting along for once," a low voice said approvingly from the back seat.
Dean nearly took out a passing group of school children and an elderly crossing guard.
"My apologies!" he called out of the window, wincing as he tipped his hat. The guard flipped him off and Sam snorted.
"Dean," John said disapprovingly. Dean shot a hesitant glance up in the rearview mirror. John frowned at him and Dean instinctively went straighter in his seat and put his hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel. "I know you're a better driver than that, son. You're letting a little paranormal apparition interfere with your driving, now? I once had to deal with a pack of Women in White, and I tell you what, I never once took my eyes off the--"
Sam cut him off with a high-pitched bark. Dean was in total agreement.
"Some things never change," John sighed.
"Castiel, what the fuck!" Dean said, coasting the Impala to a stop in front of the no-parking zone at the post office. Whatever, he was a Mountie, and this was an emergency. "Is that actually--"
Castiel shrugged helplessly, spreading his arms.
"I believe so, yes. The Trickster is much stronger than I could have anticipated," he said, frowning and running a hand through his hair. "There's something not right, if I could just think--I feel like I need, what are they, a cigarette?" Dean turned around in his seat to gape at him. "Yes. Dean, I need a cigarette."
"No smoking in the car," John said, raising an eyebrow at Castiel, who blinked at him and--oh, Dean could not even deal with Castiel, pouting at his Dad. John leaned forward. "Now, if you boys are ready to actually get down to business, here's what we're going to do--"
Re: Due South pt 2, aka OMG YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHTnovembersmithNovember 10 2009, 22:46:46 UTC
:D Well, it was a brilliant idea! I had to run with it. And oh man, I can just imagine Bob complaining about the difficulties of parenting and John just cocking an eyebrow, all "YOU ONLY HAD ONE TO DEAL WITH."
"What?" Dean said, then shoved at his brother again. "Sam, if you don't get your nose outta my ear in the next two seconds, swear to god we're taking an emergency stop at the vet. Capiche?"
Sam whuffled and licked his cheek, then settled down in the seat next to him. Dean sighed and reached over to scratch his neck, stifling a small smile when Sam leaned into his hand. Maybe this channel-changing business wasn't all bad.
"Good to see you boys getting along for once," a low voice said approvingly from the back seat.
Dean nearly took out a passing group of school children and an elderly crossing guard.
"My apologies!" he called out of the window, wincing as he tipped his hat. The guard flipped him off and Sam snorted.
"Dean," John said disapprovingly. Dean shot a hesitant glance up in the rearview mirror. John frowned at him and Dean instinctively went straighter in his seat and put his hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel. "I know you're a better driver than that, son. You're letting a little paranormal apparition interfere with your driving, now? I once had to deal with a pack of Women in White, and I tell you what, I never once took my eyes off the--"
Sam cut him off with a high-pitched bark. Dean was in total agreement.
"Some things never change," John sighed.
"Castiel, what the fuck!" Dean said, coasting the Impala to a stop in front of the no-parking zone at the post office. Whatever, he was a Mountie, and this was an emergency. "Is that actually--"
Castiel shrugged helplessly, spreading his arms.
"I believe so, yes. The Trickster is much stronger than I could have anticipated," he said, frowning and running a hand through his hair. "There's something not right, if I could just think--I feel like I need, what are they, a cigarette?" Dean turned around in his seat to gape at him. "Yes. Dean, I need a cigarette."
"No smoking in the car," John said, raising an eyebrow at Castiel, who blinked at him and--oh, Dean could not even deal with Castiel, pouting at his Dad. John leaned forward. "Now, if you boys are ready to actually get down to business, here's what we're going to do--"
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What colour would you like your internets in?
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:D :D THANK YOU!
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OF COURSE! OF COURSE! Perfection.
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Thank you! Dead!John fits in this universe oddly well, doesn't he?
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