28th March
So, I made my first post at mishaland today. I had to do a peendance (I was losercasing) and my prompt was Dean teaching Castiel to drive. (It's a capslock comm, hence the capsness, which I can't be bothered to re-do).
“IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY DEAN?” CASTIEL ASKED, EYEING THE IMPALA NERVOUSLY.
“YEAH, WHAT IF I’M INJURED OR SOMETHING AND YOU NEED TO GET ME TO A HOSPITAL?”
“DEAN, I AM AN ANGEL - I COULD FLY BOTH OF US EASILY.”
DEAN LOOKED HESITANT, KICKING AT THE GROUND SHEEPISHLY. “SEE CAS, THAT’S KINDA THE POINT - I DON’T LIKE FLYING.”
“WHAT?”
“FLYING… I DON’T - IT SCARES ME, OK?”
CASTIEL TOOK A PEEK INTO DEAN’S MIND TO SEE IF HE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH - DEAN DIDN’T EXACTLY LIKE IT WHEN HE DID THAT, BUT IT WAS JUST SO HARD TO TELL WHAT HUMANS MEANT WHAT WITH IRONY, SARCASM AND, WORST OF ALL, POLITENESS. AND YES, THERE IT WAS, DEAN HATED FLYING. AND RUNNING THROUGH HIS MEMORIES OF IT, CASTIEL COULD UNDERSTAND - FLYING BY AEROPLANE FELT NOTHING LIKE SWOOPING THROUGH THE SKY.
BUT DEAN WAS GETTING UNCOMFORTABLE SO THE ANGEL DECIDED TO HUMOUR HIM. “SO HOW DO I BEGIN?”
“WELL, GET IN -” WITH A THOUGHT, CASTIEL WAS SAT BEHIND THE WHEEL.
“SERIOUSLY CAS,” DEAN SAID AS HE OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR AND SLID IN, “YOU GUYS ARE GONNA GET FLABBY IF YOU DON’T WALK ANYWHERE.”
“NOW, THIS IS THE GEAR STICK,” DEAN POINTED TO EACH CONTROL AS HE NAMED THEM, “THE BRAKE, GAS, CLUTCH, INDICATORS, LIGHTS.”
CASTIEL DIDN’T FOLLOW THE REST OF DEAN’S LESSON TOO WELL BECAUSE HE HAD TROUBLE CONCENTRATING AND LOOKING AT DEAN’S LIPS AT THE SAME TIME. HE CAUGHT, “LET THE REVS HIT THE RED BEFORE YOU SWITCH UP”, “JUST IGNORE THE RATTLING, IT’S PROBABLY THE WEAPONS IN THE TRUNK” AND “NEVER, EVER LET SAMMY CHOOSE THE MUSIC”.
SUDDENLY, DEAN WAS LOOKING AT HIM EXPECTANTLY. CAS TILTED HIS HEAD, AND DEAN RESPONDED, “GET ON WITH IT THEN! JUST DRIVE DOWN TO THAT TREE, GET A FEEL FOR IT.”
SO CASTIEL, LOST AS TO HOW ELSE TO DO IT, ASKED THE IMPALA TO TAKE THEM DOWN THE ROAD DEAN HAD CHOSEN TO USE. INSTANTLY, THE KEY TURNED IN THE IGNITION, THE ENGINE ROARED INTO LIFE AND THEY SHOT FORWARD 100 YARDS, GEARS AND STEERING AND BRAKES WORKING TOGETHER PERFECTLY. THE CAR PERFORMED A HANDBRAKE TURN EXACTLY AT THE TREE DEAN HAD POINTED OUT AND STOPPED, THE ENGINE TICKING OVER.
CASTIEL LOOKED TO DEAN TO SEE HOW WELL HE HAD DONE. THE HUMAN LOOKED AS IF HE WAS TRYING TO DECIDE WHETHER HE SHOULD BE THRILLED OR FREAKED OUT. AFTER A MOMENT, HE TURNED AND GAVE CAS A STRAINED SMILE.
“GOOD. VERY GOOD.”
“HAVE I LEARNT HOW TO DRIVE?”
“OH YEAH.”
“I DON’T NEED ANY MORE LESSONS?”
DEAN SHOOK HIS HEAD EMPHATICALLY. CASTIEL TOOK A MOMENT TO ENJOY HIS SUCCESS THEN TURNED TO DEAN AND ASKED:
“CAN I TEACH YOU HOW TO FLY NOW?”
My first thought was AARGH! I don't know how to drive! Yeah, it's hardly important but I worry about these things. See, I've never ever had a lesson - ever. I'm old enough to drive - old enough to have passed if I'd tried really hard - but I am a lover of two-wheeled vehicles and have been focussed on my scooter.
I've wanted to ride motorbikes since I was tiny because my Dad always took me out on his 900cc beast of a machine and last year I did my CBT (compulsory basic training) which only took a day, and was soon released onto an unsuspecting public. I have a 50cc Piaggio which I adore and call bikey. Unfortunately, I'm not always the best driver - my knowledge of the rules of the road are... patchy... in places and I have already had one major crash which resulted in one very broken bike and a seriously buggered set of legs. However, we're both fixed now (aside from the scratches on bikey and the fact that I doubt my right knee will ever be the same again) and I'm back on the road!
It feels great! In the hiatus (three months) I kept having biking dreams, which were just like the dreams I used to get where I could fly, only I'd be on my scooter and eating up tarmac.
So yeah, randomness is random.
“IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY DEAN?” CASTIEL ASKED, EYEING THE IMPALA NERVOUSLY.
“YEAH, WHAT IF I’M INJURED OR SOMETHING AND YOU NEED TO GET ME TO A HOSPITAL?”
“DEAN, I AM AN ANGEL - I COULD FLY BOTH OF US EASILY.”
DEAN LOOKED HESITANT, KICKING AT THE GROUND SHEEPISHLY. “SEE CAS, THAT’S KINDA THE POINT - I DON’T LIKE FLYING.”
“WHAT?”
“FLYING… I DON’T - IT SCARES ME, OK?”
CASTIEL TOOK A PEEK INTO DEAN’S MIND TO SEE IF HE WAS TELLING THE TRUTH - DEAN DIDN’T EXACTLY LIKE IT WHEN HE DID THAT, BUT IT WAS JUST SO HARD TO TELL WHAT HUMANS MEANT WHAT WITH IRONY, SARCASM AND, WORST OF ALL, POLITENESS. AND YES, THERE IT WAS, DEAN HATED FLYING. AND RUNNING THROUGH HIS MEMORIES OF IT, CASTIEL COULD UNDERSTAND - FLYING BY AEROPLANE FELT NOTHING LIKE SWOOPING THROUGH THE SKY.
BUT DEAN WAS GETTING UNCOMFORTABLE SO THE ANGEL DECIDED TO HUMOUR HIM. “SO HOW DO I BEGIN?”
“WELL, GET IN -” WITH A THOUGHT, CASTIEL WAS SAT BEHIND THE WHEEL.
“SERIOUSLY CAS,” DEAN SAID AS HE OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR AND SLID IN, “YOU GUYS ARE GONNA GET FLABBY IF YOU DON’T WALK ANYWHERE.”
“NOW, THIS IS THE GEAR STICK,” DEAN POINTED TO EACH CONTROL AS HE NAMED THEM, “THE BRAKE, GAS, CLUTCH, INDICATORS, LIGHTS.”
CASTIEL DIDN’T FOLLOW THE REST OF DEAN’S LESSON TOO WELL BECAUSE HE HAD TROUBLE CONCENTRATING AND LOOKING AT DEAN’S LIPS AT THE SAME TIME. HE CAUGHT, “LET THE REVS HIT THE RED BEFORE YOU SWITCH UP”, “JUST IGNORE THE RATTLING, IT’S PROBABLY THE WEAPONS IN THE TRUNK” AND “NEVER, EVER LET SAMMY CHOOSE THE MUSIC”.
SUDDENLY, DEAN WAS LOOKING AT HIM EXPECTANTLY. CAS TILTED HIS HEAD, AND DEAN RESPONDED, “GET ON WITH IT THEN! JUST DRIVE DOWN TO THAT TREE, GET A FEEL FOR IT.”
SO CASTIEL, LOST AS TO HOW ELSE TO DO IT, ASKED THE IMPALA TO TAKE THEM DOWN THE ROAD DEAN HAD CHOSEN TO USE. INSTANTLY, THE KEY TURNED IN THE IGNITION, THE ENGINE ROARED INTO LIFE AND THEY SHOT FORWARD 100 YARDS, GEARS AND STEERING AND BRAKES WORKING TOGETHER PERFECTLY. THE CAR PERFORMED A HANDBRAKE TURN EXACTLY AT THE TREE DEAN HAD POINTED OUT AND STOPPED, THE ENGINE TICKING OVER.
CASTIEL LOOKED TO DEAN TO SEE HOW WELL HE HAD DONE. THE HUMAN LOOKED AS IF HE WAS TRYING TO DECIDE WHETHER HE SHOULD BE THRILLED OR FREAKED OUT. AFTER A MOMENT, HE TURNED AND GAVE CAS A STRAINED SMILE.
“GOOD. VERY GOOD.”
“HAVE I LEARNT HOW TO DRIVE?”
“OH YEAH.”
“I DON’T NEED ANY MORE LESSONS?”
DEAN SHOOK HIS HEAD EMPHATICALLY. CASTIEL TOOK A MOMENT TO ENJOY HIS SUCCESS THEN TURNED TO DEAN AND ASKED:
“CAN I TEACH YOU HOW TO FLY NOW?”
My first thought was AARGH! I don't know how to drive! Yeah, it's hardly important but I worry about these things. See, I've never ever had a lesson - ever. I'm old enough to drive - old enough to have passed if I'd tried really hard - but I am a lover of two-wheeled vehicles and have been focussed on my scooter.
I've wanted to ride motorbikes since I was tiny because my Dad always took me out on his 900cc beast of a machine and last year I did my CBT (compulsory basic training) which only took a day, and was soon released onto an unsuspecting public. I have a 50cc Piaggio which I adore and call bikey. Unfortunately, I'm not always the best driver - my knowledge of the rules of the road are... patchy... in places and I have already had one major crash which resulted in one very broken bike and a seriously buggered set of legs. However, we're both fixed now (aside from the scratches on bikey and the fact that I doubt my right knee will ever be the same again) and I'm back on the road!
It feels great! In the hiatus (three months) I kept having biking dreams, which were just like the dreams I used to get where I could fly, only I'd be on my scooter and eating up tarmac.
So yeah, randomness is random.