Night 60: Bus Unloading Area
[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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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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