Night 60: Bus Unloading Area

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[From here.]The sensation of the crisp night air causing his face to sting was not completely new, but Castiel was still hardly used to it. Temperature hadn't affected his vessel before he'd been drained of his power, and it was yet another aspect of being more human that got under his skin, literally. The trenchcoat he was wearing had a practical

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Castiel wanted to tell Dean that his efforts were pointless, that he would have known if there was something sharing the space with them, but he didn't have that sort of authority anymore. In the end, it made more sense to be absolutely sure, and Dean was used to this sort of thing; it didn't take him that long to determine that things were "all clear."

However, the whole situation was making Castiel feel useless once again. It was a far cry from how things had gone last night, when he'd been filled to the brim with divine power and ready to smite anything that came his way. Except he hadn't even been given that chance.

Now he was forced to stand there stiffly while Dean did all the work, and he knew that any attempts to offer help would likely only waste their time. Still, Castiel watched with rapt attention as Dean worked on getting the bus to start. Seeing the wires in his hands reminded Castiel of a surgeon working on a patient's veins. It was an odd image, though the way that the bus hummed into some sort of life only added to it.

Castiel shook his head, clearing it of those unnecessary thoughts as he took in Dean's question. "It does have four wheels," he pointed out with a frown, not quite comprehending what Dean was getting at. "But regardless, yes, the plan was to drive to that town."

It was hardly a guarantee that they would find anything there, but that had never stopped them before.

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Dean shot Castiel a look. He would've thought the angel was being smartass with him, except Castiel was giving him one of those frowns like he seriously, honestly didn't get it. Nevermind. Dean scooted into the driver's seat and tried to get comfortable.

Wasn't easy. There wasn't anything much more wussy than a school bus and he felt dirty just sitting in one, like he could try to floor this bad boy and he'd be lucky the thing didn't tip over on them if you looked at it wrong. Judging by Castiel's face, he'd guess these thoughts weren't crossing his mind. Just him then. Nice. Dean rested his hands on the wheel and began to pull the bus out of the driveway. Not exactly able to burn rubber here and considering he didn’t know the road and it was, y’know, a friggen bus, Dean couldn’t say how good their time to Doyleton would even be. Still, anything beat walking, right? During the day it was doable. But the night, with all the monster and other weird shit out there? Dean was fine with the crappy bus option. It was another layer between them and what was out there, at the very least.

“No point telling you to buckle up,” Dean shrugged. “Just park yourself somewhere and sit tight.”

The headlights of the bus spilled out in front of him out as Dean navigated it out and down the start of the winding road. He hadn’t been to Doyleton since that whole whacked-out thing with the portals and the Doctor (don’t even get him started on that, Christ), and he had no idea if it was still the same or the thing from the other night with the exchange of power might’ve switched things up there too.

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