Jack nods. "He said yes."
The keys are cold in Cas's hands. He eyes the Impala, shining from last night’s wax even in the dim light of the garage, and looks at Jack again.
"You're sure he said yes?"
Cas knows Jack is incapable of dishonesty. Every word Jack speaks is earnest and true. Yet, Cas finds it impossible to believe Dean will allow Jack to drive the Impala.
“We’re married,” Cas says, “and I’m not allowed to drive it.”
“I did ask him directly.”
Cas runs his fingers over the edge of the key, letting it tickle his skin. “Maybe I should go ask him.”
Jack smiles, as kind and earnest as ever. “Okay. I’ll wait here.”
Cas leaves the garage and takes the familiar route down the bunker’s hall to his and Dean’s shared room. When he enters, Dean, sitting on the bed, looks up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow.
Holding up the keys, Cas asks, “You said yes?”
“Without coming with us?”
“Buddy, it’s just a trip to the grocery store.”
Dean smiles and set the laptop aside. He stands from the bed and steps in front of Cas. Dean’s eyes are sparkling.
“She sure is,” Dean says, cupping Cas’s face between his hands, “and who better to keep an eye on her than you?”
“But you never let me drive it.” Cas tries to protest but his words come out breathy as Dean closes in.
“Because you look so pretty in the passenger’s seat.” Dean leaves a soft kiss against Cas’s lips and pulls back. “But, hey, if you wanna drive so bad, consider this your trial run. Get my Baby back without a single scratch and I might consider it.”
“Jack has driven twice, Dean.”
“Well,” Dean says, leaning in for another kiss, “I guess it’s a challenge then.”
Five minutes later, Cas returns to the garage. He tosses the keys to Jack, who catches them just before they hit the ground.
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