Ficlet inspired by @caught-a-dragonfly’s art, which lodged in my brain and wouldn’t leave, so I wrote this. Pretty much my first official spn fic and only few years after spn’s officially over :) Also on ao3. Enjoy…
Beyond the beam of the Impala’s headlights, the road looked like it went on forever. Cas knew that was an illusion, a trick of the senses and the play of light and dark. In reality, they had just over eighty miles to the interstate. If he focused his grace on it, he could sense the lives there, an Americana collection of lonely gas stations, kitschy motels, and grungy roadhouses, and between them and the highway, only the dark road, the next eighty miles void of any other humans.
Cas took a breath and let the sense of his grace drop to the back of his mind, preferring to take in the moment with only his human senses: the dark road stretching ahead into infinity, the fields passing alongside, gray-scale and indistinct, and the Impala a capsule of its own.
It was quiet in the way Earth was never quiet. The Impala hummed, whistled and whispered. Led Zeppelin played on the tape-deck, the volume low enough Cas could hear both the rattle that happened whenever the air was on but which Dean never showed any interest in fixing, and the soft whisper of Dean’s breathing.
cw spn did not only make dean get on his knees more than once for cas but they also made sure we knew that he had bad knees for some reason. they were like have this gay ass old man YEARN for his lover
You are stronger than you think
