dean/cas fic: we are nowhere (and it’s now)
we are nowhere (and it’s now); 3.2K, another 13x01 coda, dean drinks a lot but it ends well
Driving back to the bunker takes three days.
Dean would rather do it in two, but Sam starts bitching right as they’re crossing into Idaho. It’s a long drive, they’re pretty roughed up — blah blah blah. Dean pushes it another fifty miles. After that, he figures his options are pulling over or punching Sam in the mouth.
They stop for the night in Boise and Cheyenne. They run into another angel ambush at a Gas & Sip in North Platte, but the kid does… something that drops all four of them like bricks. Something that gives him a migraine and a nosebleed that drips like a leaky faucet.
“There’s probably a learning curve,” Sam says, holding a shop rag to the kid’s face.
Three fucking days. In that time, Dean learns that the kid likes orange soda, turkey jerky, and the soggy chicken salad sandwiches that KwikMarts sell shrinkwrapped and cut into triangles. He doesn’t like bananas, but he likes banana candy. He likes banana candy so much that yellow Starburst wrappers end up all over the Impala’s back seat.
Dean wants to feed him an angel blade, but he knows it won’t do any good.