Night 60: Road to Doyleton

[poorexample]

[From here.]While it had taken some time for Dean to get the bus started, now there seemed to be little trouble with getting it moving. It was a far cry from the Impala -- even Castiel knew that -- but it seemed like so long as it had a steering wheel and traveled on land, Dean knew how to drive it

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Any ideas on what they should get attacked by?

[theroadsofar]

Castiel, breathing down his neck didn't count as parking your butt and chilling

[damned_monsters]

There would be no need for rubber-necking to know that something was behind the bus. Nothing close enough to see yet, but a swelling overture of bays and howls was beginning to bound through the trees, filling the air behind and around them as they grew closer and closer at an alarming rate. Soon the patients would see the owners of these monstrous voices for themselves - three hulking and terrifyingly fit hounds, if they could even be called that. Well over twice the size and mass of normal hounds, the demonic, split-faced abominations rushed out of the undergrowth, gaining on the bus until they could match stride with it. Their seeking yellow eyes gleamed in the light of the waning moon, fixed on their target as they barked and boomed

[poorexample]

Castiel honestly didn't see what use sitting down would be. If anything, he should be on the alert should anything go wrong. If the bus crashed, it was true that he might be in more danger of sustaining injuries, but as far as he knew Dean was a skilled driver. His car, old though it was, had survived all manner of danger. This bus was much larger, but if there was one thing Dean seemed to do a startling amount, it was drive

[theroadsofar]

Dean almost shot back that he didn’t need a friggen angel backseat driving for him.

The bus shuddered as something hit it from the side. Dean shut up and focused on driving, trying to keep the bus from leaning all its weight to the side and wishing that he’d been able to get something with a lower center of gravity here. The tires squealed, the bus swaying as Dean fought to keep them from flipping over. Another deafening whud of something slamming into them. He risked a glance to the side and caught a glimpse of eyes, blazing yellow through the darkness and giving him a jolt as he realized they were bouncing along like the thing was running next to them. Oh hell. That was way, way bigger than the dogs back in the Institute. Looked twice as nasty too. Why wasn’t he surprised they’d attracted some monsters, between the noise and the headlights? He had no idea what Castiel planned to do with the window but Dean had to fight and use every driving trick in the book to keep the bus upright