Hey, you're not as bad as he tries to make you out. And Dean must you owe you a pretty big favour; Chuck once set a roll of toilet paper on the hood, almost got his head bit off by Dean for it.
[Really, she's just happy to get away from the camp. One good thing about the apocalypse, no traffic.]
Well that's kind of you to say. [He snorts.] Dean just likes me better, I guess.
[He supposes Dean hasn't forgotten the books- Not that Cas can blame him; they were gospel and so Cas had, of course, read them... Good God. Terrible.]
He did threaten to hand-deliver me to Lucifer if anything happens to his baby, though, and I have no doubt that he'd follow through with that...
Well, to be fair, it is a very nice car. And I might help him with that if anything did happen. [She looks out the window as the green scenery flies past her, smiling.] So, where we going?
I wouldn't let anything happen to her. [He runs his hand over the steering wheel affectionately. He's not anywhere near as attached to the car as Dean is, but it'd been something when he'd first fallen, something familiar; he can understand the reverence, even if he hadn't been particularly fond of driving in the beginning.] No worries.
[He keeps his eyes trained on the road and shrugs. He hadn't really thought about that. He'd just wanted to get away, take a drive to wherever. The weather is exceptionally mild and while he generally prefers to be the passenger, it's pretty nice driving with the windows down.]
I dunno, is there anywhere specific you were thinking of?
[[ooc: I'mma assume this is early 2014, since the Impala's still around, maybe before eeeeverything is gone?]]
[Britta shrugs, threading some blond curls behind her ear. She's assuming that Greendale, Colorado is out of the question (even if it isn't a hotspot).] I don't know, I didn't live over here before. Anyways, we're supposed to be scavenging. [She gently nudges him with her elbow.] Remember? Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
((ooc: Yeah, I was thinking that too. I always imagined Britta dying before 2009!Dean appeared anyways.))
Mmm, well I'll admit that I don't know the areas within driving distance very well either. [He smirks at the idea of any scavenging getting done today- unless they find anything particularly useful he's not in the mood to haul a bunch of shit back with them.] Stop me if you see anything interesting and I'll pull over.
[He's more than content to just keep driving around for a while. Actually...] I wonder if we get radio signal around here... [He fiddles with the dial, trying to find a station with words and not horrible screechy static.]
[[ooc: D: awwww! ...lol I'm actually baffled as to how Cas lived that long without his grace tbh, he's a bamf but Mommy Dearest pretty much cemented the fact that he's pretty useless without it. He'd have been fucked with that... Jefferson Starship if Dean hadn't been around and he'd been human. SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF, AW YEAH.]]
Oh, don't worry. It better be a dang toilet paper factory to get us to stop. And good luck getting anything. The last time I turned on a radio, I got static and -- something not very good. [She furrows her brows, trying to push the static-y cries for help.]
((ooc: Dude, I don't even wanna imagine what happens to Trobed after that. It's very depressing ;-; And, yeah, me too. I... don't see how he survived. Beginning, yes, because he still had his grace, but, as it started going downhill, idk.))
We'd be celebrated as heroes if we found a toilet paper factory. They'd hold a canned bean and twinkie feast in our honor for sure.
[The grin on his face falters slightly at the thought of what Britta might have heard on the radio... But it's reinforced when he turns the dial and lo, music!]
[[ooc: D: 2014 is so depressing.... But I do prefer it to current SPN canon, negl. ...Kinda. Idek haha I do love the 2014 angst. But yeah, I feel like he'd have been dead within a month, unless Dean or Bobby babysat him like all day.. which I doubt they had time to do, because yeah end of the world XD;;]]
I guess there's too much interference where we are? Or maybe it's just that much of a dead zone...
[Whatever the case may be, he's going to enjoy... Whatever it is that's playing. It's nothing he can recognize, but he's grateful for it all the same. He shifts against the worn leather seat, legitimately relaxed (without the aid of drugs) for the first time in a while.]
Nice to be away from there, even if it's just for a day.
[[ooc: D'8 guuuuh. I have a thread like that with a friend who plays 2014!Patrick the he-witch. Cas is rather distraught.
[Cas smiles at Britta's... singing. It's a shame he doesn't know the song, otherwise he'd join in. He continues watching the scenery go by, looking for anything interesting enough to merit a stop.]
[Britta stops in her singing long enough to add.] I wouldn't say that, y'know. Every time someone does, something bad happens... if Abed is to be trusted that is. I loved you since I knew ya!~
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You're not wrong, there.
[He's not bothered by this; he's not, strictly speaking, a person.]
He owed me a favour.
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[Really, she's just happy to get away from the camp. One good thing about the apocalypse, no traffic.]
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[He supposes Dean hasn't forgotten the books- Not that Cas can blame him; they were gospel and so Cas had, of course, read them... Good God. Terrible.]
He did threaten to hand-deliver me to Lucifer if anything happens to his baby, though, and I have no doubt that he'd follow through with that...
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[He keeps his eyes trained on the road and shrugs. He hadn't really thought about that. He'd just wanted to get away, take a drive to wherever. The weather is exceptionally mild and while he generally prefers to be the passenger, it's pretty nice driving with the windows down.]
I dunno, is there anywhere specific you were thinking of?
[[ooc: I'mma assume this is early 2014, since the Impala's still around, maybe before eeeeverything is gone?]]
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((ooc: Yeah, I was thinking that too. I always imagined Britta dying before 2009!Dean appeared anyways.))
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[He's more than content to just keep driving around for a while. Actually...] I wonder if we get radio signal around here... [He fiddles with the dial, trying to find a station with words and not horrible screechy static.]
[[ooc: D: awwww! ...lol I'm actually baffled as to how Cas lived that long without his grace tbh, he's a bamf but Mommy Dearest pretty much cemented the fact that he's pretty useless without it. He'd have been fucked with that... Jefferson Starship if Dean hadn't been around and he'd been human. SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF, AW YEAH.]]
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((ooc: Dude, I don't even wanna imagine what happens to Trobed after that. It's very depressing ;-; And, yeah, me too. I... don't see how he survived. Beginning, yes, because he still had his grace, but, as it started going downhill, idk.))
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[The grin on his face falters slightly at the thought of what Britta might have heard on the radio... But it's reinforced when he turns the dial and lo, music!]
[[ooc: D: 2014 is so depressing.... But I do prefer it to current SPN canon, negl. ...Kinda. Idek haha I do love the 2014 angst. But yeah, I feel like he'd have been dead within a month, unless Dean or Bobby babysat him like all day.. which I doubt they had time to do, because yeah end of the world XD;;]]
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((ooc: If only for the thought of what happened to Britta, Trobed, and Cas after they tried to gank Lucifer.))
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[Whatever the case may be, he's going to enjoy... Whatever it is that's playing. It's nothing he can recognize, but he's grateful for it all the same. He shifts against the worn leather seat, legitimately relaxed (without the aid of drugs) for the first time in a while.]
Nice to be away from there, even if it's just for a day.
[[ooc: D'8 guuuuh. I have a thread like that with a friend who plays 2014!Patrick the he-witch. Cas is rather distraught.
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Roooxanne!~
((ooc: I'm surprised that, in this verse, nobody's wearing a black goatee. It is the darkest timeline, y'know.))
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Whole lot of nothing out here.
[Not a complaint, for once, just an observation.]
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