SPN Fic - Spin Out - PG 13
Title: Spin Out
Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13 for language. Probably not much more than what's in the show.
Summary: The boys are on the way to Bobby's but do not make it all the way without incident. Follows my Day 1 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel/ non yet.
Notes: Spell checked. Choked this out with a blinding headache, so it might not make sense. Not feeling real well right now but I'm going to complete this challenge, dang nab it!
Written for Day 3 of adventchallenge 2012. Prompt 24 Driving.
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It came out of no where.
At least that’s what Dean would emphasize till his dying day were anyone to bring up the story of how the Winchesters got stranded on the highway on their way to Bobby’s for Christmas.
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“Dean would you please turn down the music?” Cas asked from the back seat. “I can barely hear my self think.”
Sam chuckled and turned halfway around to face Castiel. “Yeah, I’ve tried that one almost every day of my life.” He rolled his eyes.
“As I always say, you don’t need to think when you listen to this band, you just feel.” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror and grinned at Cas.
Cas flipped him off, which only made Dean grin harder. “Our wittle Cas is all growed up, Sammy. He just gave me the bird!”
“Dean, the only thing I can feel is my brain throbbing in my skull from all of this, what do you call it, heavy death metal?”
“Hey, don’t knock it. This is the best stuff to come out of the --” Dean suddenly cut the steering wheel hard to the left, jerking his passengers around.
“Dean what the hell--” Sam started to say something, but stopped short when he realized the car hadn’t yet been directed back onto the right side of the road. “Dean!”
“There was a deer. I got it!” Dean started working the brakes and trying to steer the car back into the right direction, but every move he made only got the car moving more erratically.
“No, I do not believe you have it Dean.” said Cas as he leaned up into the front seat to place his hands on Sam and Dean’s shoulders.
In an instant the three of them were safely out of the car, standing ten feet away from the Impala. They then watched it perform what Dean couldn’t bare to believe was a slow spiral of death. The car soon wound down and came to a stop on the left side of the road facing back the way they had come.
“Thank absent fathers, my baby didn’t roll!” Dean ran up to the car and draped his body over the hood.
“Thanks, Cas, for getting us out of there. Damn that was freaky.” Sam said with a full body shudder.
“No problem,” said Cas. He took one step forward and began to sway back and forth.
Sam quickly reached out to grab Castiel before he fell to the snowy, icy ground. “Hey buddy, you ok?”
Cas tried to stand on his own and managed to do so without too much trouble. “Yes, I believe so. I am just a bit dizzy from expending more energy than I thought I would.”
“Well come’ere and take a seat.” Sam directed him back over to the car staying close by in case Cas got another dizzy spell. “Dean’s going to be a minute, checking things out to make sure nothing is wrong, so we have a few minutes to just sit here.” Sam opened the back door and gently helped Cas sit down.
Dean had, by this time, popped the hood and was bent over the engine to inspect it for any possible faults or problems.
“Sam, where’s our flashlight? Fetch it for me would you?” Dean called out, arms elbow deep into the engine parts. Dusk had fallen not too long ago and though the moon was out, it wasn’t much more than a sliver. And covered by clouds as it was, it alone wasn’t going to provide enough light to work by.
Luckily the flashlight was tucked under the driver’s seat and so Sam just had to reach down past Cas to grab it. As he stood up he tried to flick it on but nothing happened.
“Here, give me some light, next to my right hand.” Dean called out from the front.
“Can’t, battery is dead. The cold must have drained it.”
“Shit.” Dean carefully extracted his arms and moved around the car. He grabbed his jacket from the front seat, slipped it on and crossed his arms for warmth. “Cas, how bout you, think you can manage to shed a little light on the engine for me to work? And maybe a little heat, too?”
“Sorry, Dean.” Castiel looked worried. “I don’t think I have enough… juice to help you right now.”
“Well, crap. We’re not going any where till I can get a good look at her and I could have sworn I felt something wrong when my I was just up there. We’re going to have to wait till morning when there’s more light.” And with that, Dean turned, opened the door and flopped down into the driver’s seat. He shut the door and curled himself into a ball-ish shape, ready to fall asleep. “Well what are you two doing standing there, you‘re letting in the cold air.”
Cas, startled out of his lethargic daze, pulled his feet in and the door shut.
“Dean open the trunk would you” Sam asked. There was a click and popping sound from the trunk latch as Dean engaged the release.
Soon enough, Sam slammed the trunk lid shut, came up to the back door and climbed in next to Cas. He was armed with an old blanket and a couple more layers of clothes for the three of them. “I’ve got some more clothes we can layer on, but there is only the one blanket. We’re going to have to pile up in the back and share to stay warm.”
“That’s cool, just give me the clothes and you two girls can cuddle in the back. I’ll be fine.” Dean insisted.
“Dean, don’t be a martyr, I can hear you teeth chattering already. Get your ass back here and stay warm.”
Dean made a few more noises of protest but logic and Sam’s whining won out in the end.
“Budge over.” Dean crawled over the front seat and landed between Cas and Sam.
Cas threw the blanket over the other’s legs and proceeded to pull a hoodie over his head.
After a lot of squirming and swearing and trying to get comfortable, the boys finally decided on the best way to lay down. They wound up having their legs draped up over the back of the front seat with the blanket tucked around their feet and up to their waists. Many shirts and sweatshirts covered their shoulders, with a few scrunched up to make pillows.
It was the best they could do, and now all they had to do was wait out morning.
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Author: bluemoondreamer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: PG 13 for language. Probably not much more than what's in the show.
Summary: The boys are on the way to Bobby's but do not make it all the way without incident. Follows my Day 1 challenge fill.
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Dean, Castiel/ non yet.
Notes: Spell checked. Choked this out with a blinding headache, so it might not make sense. Not feeling real well right now but I'm going to complete this challenge, dang nab it!
Written for Day 3 of adventchallenge 2012. Prompt 24 Driving.
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It came out of no where.
At least that’s what Dean would emphasize till his dying day were anyone to bring up the story of how the Winchesters got stranded on the highway on their way to Bobby’s for Christmas.
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“Dean would you please turn down the music?” Cas asked from the back seat. “I can barely hear my self think.”
Sam chuckled and turned halfway around to face Castiel. “Yeah, I’ve tried that one almost every day of my life.” He rolled his eyes.
“As I always say, you don’t need to think when you listen to this band, you just feel.” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror and grinned at Cas.
Cas flipped him off, which only made Dean grin harder. “Our wittle Cas is all growed up, Sammy. He just gave me the bird!”
“Dean, the only thing I can feel is my brain throbbing in my skull from all of this, what do you call it, heavy death metal?”
“Hey, don’t knock it. This is the best stuff to come out of the --” Dean suddenly cut the steering wheel hard to the left, jerking his passengers around.
“Dean what the hell--” Sam started to say something, but stopped short when he realized the car hadn’t yet been directed back onto the right side of the road. “Dean!”
“There was a deer. I got it!” Dean started working the brakes and trying to steer the car back into the right direction, but every move he made only got the car moving more erratically.
“No, I do not believe you have it Dean.” said Cas as he leaned up into the front seat to place his hands on Sam and Dean’s shoulders.
In an instant the three of them were safely out of the car, standing ten feet away from the Impala. They then watched it perform what Dean couldn’t bare to believe was a slow spiral of death. The car soon wound down and came to a stop on the left side of the road facing back the way they had come.
“Thank absent fathers, my baby didn’t roll!” Dean ran up to the car and draped his body over the hood.
“Thanks, Cas, for getting us out of there. Damn that was freaky.” Sam said with a full body shudder.
“No problem,” said Cas. He took one step forward and began to sway back and forth.
Sam quickly reached out to grab Castiel before he fell to the snowy, icy ground. “Hey buddy, you ok?”
Cas tried to stand on his own and managed to do so without too much trouble. “Yes, I believe so. I am just a bit dizzy from expending more energy than I thought I would.”
“Well come’ere and take a seat.” Sam directed him back over to the car staying close by in case Cas got another dizzy spell. “Dean’s going to be a minute, checking things out to make sure nothing is wrong, so we have a few minutes to just sit here.” Sam opened the back door and gently helped Cas sit down.
Dean had, by this time, popped the hood and was bent over the engine to inspect it for any possible faults or problems.
“Sam, where’s our flashlight? Fetch it for me would you?” Dean called out, arms elbow deep into the engine parts. Dusk had fallen not too long ago and though the moon was out, it wasn’t much more than a sliver. And covered by clouds as it was, it alone wasn’t going to provide enough light to work by.
Luckily the flashlight was tucked under the driver’s seat and so Sam just had to reach down past Cas to grab it. As he stood up he tried to flick it on but nothing happened.
“Here, give me some light, next to my right hand.” Dean called out from the front.
“Can’t, battery is dead. The cold must have drained it.”
“Shit.” Dean carefully extracted his arms and moved around the car. He grabbed his jacket from the front seat, slipped it on and crossed his arms for warmth. “Cas, how bout you, think you can manage to shed a little light on the engine for me to work? And maybe a little heat, too?”
“Sorry, Dean.” Castiel looked worried. “I don’t think I have enough… juice to help you right now.”
“Well, crap. We’re not going any where till I can get a good look at her and I could have sworn I felt something wrong when my I was just up there. We’re going to have to wait till morning when there’s more light.” And with that, Dean turned, opened the door and flopped down into the driver’s seat. He shut the door and curled himself into a ball-ish shape, ready to fall asleep. “Well what are you two doing standing there, you‘re letting in the cold air.”
Cas, startled out of his lethargic daze, pulled his feet in and the door shut.
“Dean open the trunk would you” Sam asked. There was a click and popping sound from the trunk latch as Dean engaged the release.
Soon enough, Sam slammed the trunk lid shut, came up to the back door and climbed in next to Cas. He was armed with an old blanket and a couple more layers of clothes for the three of them. “I’ve got some more clothes we can layer on, but there is only the one blanket. We’re going to have to pile up in the back and share to stay warm.”
“That’s cool, just give me the clothes and you two girls can cuddle in the back. I’ll be fine.” Dean insisted.
“Dean, don’t be a martyr, I can hear you teeth chattering already. Get your ass back here and stay warm.”
Dean made a few more noises of protest but logic and Sam’s whining won out in the end.
“Budge over.” Dean crawled over the front seat and landed between Cas and Sam.
Cas threw the blanket over the other’s legs and proceeded to pull a hoodie over his head.
After a lot of squirming and swearing and trying to get comfortable, the boys finally decided on the best way to lay down. They wound up having their legs draped up over the back of the front seat with the blanket tucked around their feet and up to their waists. Many shirts and sweatshirts covered their shoulders, with a few scrunched up to make pillows.
It was the best they could do, and now all they had to do was wait out morning.
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