Familiar Stranger
@thereaintnoothermenlikeme
Of all the times Castiel had wished he’d actually paid attention to his dad’s advice, now was one of them. He sighed, letting his head fall onto the steering wheel of the old Ford pickup truck. The same one that his dad had told him just last week that it wouldn’t survive the trip. Sure enough, barely halfway across some town in Kansas, the truck wouldn’t start up and he was stranded where barely any cars passed through the tree-lined road.
The only up side had to be that he had called road assistance to get a tow truck just before his phone died. Obviously this wasn’t one of his good days, ending up rolling into the small town in a just as old truck that dragged his Ford along. The weather was at least pleasant, a soft breeze carrying the melody from the guitar solo that played low on the radio. The driver spoke over the music, cracking jokes and generally keeping the conversation going for the both of them. He tried being polite, giving his input here and there, though it was difficult with how tired he was after spending nearly an hour out on the side of the road.
At least the mechanic was working today, or the one the cheery, old driver took him to just before driving off down the old beaten road. The shop was a decent size with two or so other mechanics, though Castiel was more focused on the one looking over the engine and was quietly praying it wasn’t the transmission. It didn’t even look like the town had a car rental place and with how far he was from home (six hours and twenty-seven minutes to be precise), he doubted Gabriel would want to make the drive down here to save him a bus drive.
That thought alone had him approaching the mechanic, hesitating for a moment before clearing his throat slightly and speaking up. “What’s the diagnosis? Any chance it can still run?” His gaze is more focused on the truck than the man. Otherwise he would have recognized the familiar green eyes.
