#crashes his car. absolutely cannot tell dean why he crashed his car. tells dean he um. ran out of gas again and just abandoned it
“We’ve talked about this,” Dean tells Cas, who is maintaining a stony silence. “That’s not how cars work, Cas. I mean, where would I be if I just left Baby on the side of the road every time she was out of gas? It’s like leaving a dog on the side of the road cause you didn’t want to pick up after it.”
“Dogs are alive,” Cas says, continuing to stare straight ahead.
“You do not have to do this.” The gas can sloshes slightly in the trunk. “I will simply obtain a new car.”
“You don’t need a new car, Cas, you just need to learn what to do in an emergency.”
“You do not have to do this,” Cas repeats, voice heavy.
“Well, what if something happens, huh? What if you get hurt and I’m not there? You stand a better chance in a car than you do just walking around the meatsuit.”
“Nothing is going to be able to hurt me, Dean.”
“You’re damn right it’s not, not after I show you how to gas up your car when we’re on the road.” They come to a fork in the road. “Is it left or right, Cas?” Dean looks at Cas, whose jaw is set. “Cas.”
“Left,” Cas finally grates out.
“Thank you! Is it so hard to be helpful?” Cas doesn’t say anything. “Y’know, you can quit being such a baby about this any time, you…”
Dean trails off, stopping the car dead. He looks at Cas, who continues to stare out the windshield.
Dean climbs out of the car to stare at Cas’ car, fully wrapped around a telephone pole. He approaches it and sees the only non crumpled part of the front of the car is roughly Cas shaped, a hole tore out the side for him to have gotten out of. There is absolutely no way to salvage it. Dean turns back to the Impala to see Cas has gotten out of it and is watching them, face set and maybe a little forlorn. Dean, currently out of words, gestures expansively at the car.
Dean tries to verbalize his thoughts.
“Why?” Is all he can manage.
Dean feels like he’s about to have a stroke. “Why any of it? Why did you let me take you out here when you knew it was like that?”
“I didn’t know how to get out of the lie.”
Dean looks back at the car. It’s completely totaled. It’s beyond totaled. Cas’ pimpmobile is in Car Heaven, partying it up with sexy lady cars and voluptuous Vespas.
“What happened, man?” He finally asks. Cas watches him for a moment. “Cas, I’m serious, something could’ve happened to you-“
Cas strides up to him, pushes him against the slim part of the pole that is not bedeviled with car, and plants one on him like he was born to do it. Like it’s his fucking job. Dean flails for a moment before his brain gets with the program, fisting a hand in Cas’ coat and resting the other on the back of his neck.
And then, just as abruptly, Cas pulls back. Dean and Cas stare at each other, Cas looking vaguely constipated, before suddenly he vanishes, leaving Dean alone with a wrecked car, a carton of gas in his trunk, and blanket fucking confusion.
“What the fuck?” Dean hollers and, somewhat predictably, nobody responds.
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