A/N: This was a random idea that came to me in the middle of the night. I woke up out of a dead sleep and had to write it down before I forgot it. I’m considering turning this into a series. Let me know what you think! Feedback is greatly appreciated (even if you only click the like button. It means a lot!). This actually won’t follow the show, but I’m going to try to incorporate as much as possible. (I thought of this after watching the episode “Stuck In The Middle (With You)”. Warnings: Angst, mentions of past neglect Summary: While heading back to the bunker, Mary makes a detour that makes her daughter question everything. Word Count: 1247 Tags below the cut
There was a flash of blue light and suddenly Castiel was healed. I was checking him for injuries while the others talked to Crowley. I helped Cas stand after Crowley disappeared. “You okay?” I asked. “Yes.” He nodded. “I’ll be fine.” “Let’s hit the road before anything else happens.” Dean suggested. We agreed and headed for our vehicles. Sam and Dean climbed into the Impala while Mom climbed into her car. I helped Cas into the passenger seat of my car before walking over to the others. “Be safe.” I told. “I’ll see you guys at the bunker.” “Okay. You guys be safe too.” Sam said. “Keep an eye on Cas and let us know if anything weird happens.” “Will do.” I smiled before heading back to my car. I started my car as the boys pulled out and Mom followed behind them. Mom had been acting strange all evening. I had some suspicions, but I didn’t want to voice them to my brothers. We had enough to worry about. “You mind if we make a pit stop?” I asked Cas. “Not at all.” He shook his head. “Can I ask where we are going?” “I’ll tell you when we get there.” I answered. I could make out the Impala’s taillights in the distance and Mom’s not far behind them. Suddenly, Mom turned off at the exit and I slowed down before following her down the winding ramp. “Where’s Mary going?” Castiel asked me. “We’re about to find out.” I muttered under my breath. “Should I call your brothers?” He questioned. “No.” I said quickly. “We can handle this.”
THESE ARE THE THINGS WE DON’T TALK ABOUT: how I always drive/ the fear of moving on/ the wind rushing through the open window/ and how it sounds like your I Love You’s/ all the broken stop lights/ blinking blinking blinking/ the sound of gravel/ why we never kissed on the front porch/ like every other girl my age/ our car parked on an old side street/ what was going on in all of the parked cars around us/ how I walked home that night/ my feet have never hurt that bad/ you didn’t come after me/ why you didn’t come after me/ the crowbar I started keeping in my trunk/ how your taillights got broken/ and you ended it/ because you knew that next time I would break you too.
THESE ARE THE THINGS WE DON’T TALK ABOUT || O.L.
Neil. Because I’m known for my practical jokes.”
rolls his eyes as Andrew slams the hood of the Maserati back into place and
crosses his arms, leaning against the front of the car. Andrew has deduced that
the transmission is indeed shot to hell, and that this beautiful piece of
Italian machinery will not be moving from its current location without the
assistance of a tow truck.
looks around at the deserted I-40, neither head nor taillight to be seen. It is
nearly 3:00am, and they are somewhere between North Carolina and Tennessee.
Neil had tried to convince Andrew to stop for the night a few hours ago, but
Andrew will admit that he should have listened if hell happens to freeze over.
He tilts his head back to stare at the dark sky above him. They’re far enough
away from civilization that the stars are uninhibited by any city lights. While
this may be aesthetically pleasing, it also means that he and Neil are, for
lack of a better word, fucked.
turns his head to the right at the sound of Neil incessantly tapping his
fingers on the hood of the car. Neil meets his gaze and then flits his eyes
across the rest of Andrew’s face.
you fix it?”
watches him for a few more seconds before releasing a dejected sigh and pulling
out his phone.
service. Of course. Because why would anything be working right now?”
it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay drama queen, take it down a
notch. All we have to do is walk to the next town or until one of us gets
service. It can’t be that hard.”
next town isn’t for like twenty miles! It’s already 3:00, and we have
practice in the morning, Andrew.”
well I guess we’ll just be late.”
has no words. His mouth drops open in shock, absolutely aghast that Andrew
thinks this is an acceptable solution.
/// Check out this CX500 we did a little work to before leaving California including exhaust with Cone Engineering mufflers, Prism taillight, seat, wiring, handlebars and other small odds and ends. We have a few more photos to come.