"We can go anywhere we want. But you have to buckle your seatbelt. And no talking on the phone," Cas said, as you got into the passenger seat beside him. You looked at him with a grin as you buckled up.
"I think the phone thing is just for the driver, Cas."
"Well, yes. But I want to talk to you. So still no phone calls if you don't mind."
"I don't mind," you said, taking his hand.
"I need both hands to drive, Y/N," he said seriously, pulling it back to the wheel. "I have precious cargo."
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