The Angels Have The Impala // Part Five
Part Five
Dean sat on the roof of the TARDIS beside the Doctor. The blue box was parked behind the motel in the car park, beside Dean’s beloved Impala. The Doctor, much to Dean’s chagrin, had been less than impressed by his chosen mode of transport.
“Bit small, isn’t it?” Was all he had said.
Dean swung his legs slightly, apparently lost in thought. The Doctor cleared his throat.
“I do hope your friend comes back, Dean.”
Dean nodded slowly.
“This,” the Doctor tapped the roof of the TARDIS next to him, “gets lonely after awhile. I mean, not that I can’t stand my own company. I find my own company brilliant and thought provoking and I am constantly impressed with myself. It’s just on my own I tend to start rambling.”
“Start?”
The Doctor grinned.
“I travel with people sometimes, companions if you will. Just normal people who feel that they are so very average, when to me they are anything but.” He paused, smiling. “I see things in them that they can’t see. That they refuse to see.”
Dean was quiet, staring into the distance, listening.
“The Weeping Angels covered their faces because they couldn’t look at each other, couldn’t really look at themselves. I can’t imagine a more lonely fate.” He looked at Dean meaningfully. “Can you?”
Dean looked at the Doctor, his eyes thoughtful. They sat together for awhile, looking at the sky.
“Where will you go now?” Dean said after some time.
“Oh me? Anywhere. And everywhere!” The Doctor smiled warmly. They both climbed down off the TARDIS.
“First stop will be to get rid of this cargo obviously, and then...who knows?”
Dean stepped forward and shook the Doctor’s hand.
“Good luck, and thank you, Doctor.”
“Good luck, Dean Winchester, man of many guns, brooding looks and hunter of evil creatures.”
The Doctor smiled, slipping inside the TARDIS door and closing it behind him.
Dean watched as the phone box powered up and slowly faded from view. He stood in the eddy of leaves, listening to the oncoming silence.
“Dean?”
A small smile played across his lips and he turned around. Castiel was standing beside the Impala. Trenchcoat on, tie backwards. Eyes very blue and not at all black.
Dean hid his smile, clearing his throat.
“Where’ve you been?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes slightly. They stood, looking at each other for a long while.
“It would appear the demons have learned a thing or two.”
“Or maybe one of your bitch brothers sold you out.”
“Perhaps.” Cas looked at Dean sorrowfully, and Dean looked at the ground.
“Cas...I don’t know if you...know everything that happened. Or can remember what the demon said-”
“I do, Dean.”
Dean exhaled, playing with the Impala keys dangling by his side.
“It’s just...it’s not true...,” he shrugged helplessly, “I like having you around. I can’t really imagine hunting without you around now.”
Castiel watched him carefully, and Dean was sure he could see a slight smile on the angel’s face.
“I’m glad, Dean.” He nodded, hands in his trench pockets, “And I promise I will remember the pie from now on.”
Dean’s face broke into a grin.
“Good. That would be good.”
Castiel took one hand out of his pocket to scratch the side of his nose, an oddly human gesture but one that seemed very Cas-like. He looked across the car park.
“Can I ask you something, Dean?”
“Okay.”
“Can we have alcohol now?”
The grin got wider, and Dean came over and put an arm around Castiel, leading him across the parking lot.
“Great idea, Cas.”
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Dean sat on the roof of the TARDIS beside the Doctor. The blue box was parked behind the motel in the car park, beside Dean’s beloved Impala. The Doctor, much to Dean’s chagrin, had been less than impressed by his chosen mode of transport.
“Bit small, isn’t it?” Was all he had said.
Dean swung his legs slightly, apparently lost in thought. The Doctor cleared his throat.
“I do hope your friend comes back, Dean.”
Dean nodded slowly.
“This,” the Doctor tapped the roof of the TARDIS next to him, “gets lonely after awhile. I mean, not that I can’t stand my own company. I find my own company brilliant and thought provoking and I am constantly impressed with myself. It’s just on my own I tend to start rambling.”
“Start?”
The Doctor grinned.
“I travel with people sometimes, companions if you will. Just normal people who feel that they are so very average, when to me they are anything but.” He paused, smiling. “I see things in them that they can’t see. That they refuse to see.”
Dean was quiet, staring into the distance, listening.
“The Weeping Angels covered their faces because they couldn’t look at each other, couldn’t really look at themselves. I can’t imagine a more lonely fate.” He looked at Dean meaningfully. “Can you?”
Dean looked at the Doctor, his eyes thoughtful. They sat together for awhile, looking at the sky.
“Where will you go now?” Dean said after some time.
“Oh me? Anywhere. And everywhere!” The Doctor smiled warmly. They both climbed down off the TARDIS.
“First stop will be to get rid of this cargo obviously, and then...who knows?”
Dean stepped forward and shook the Doctor’s hand.
“Good luck, and thank you, Doctor.”
“Good luck, Dean Winchester, man of many guns, brooding looks and hunter of evil creatures.”
The Doctor smiled, slipping inside the TARDIS door and closing it behind him.
Dean watched as the phone box powered up and slowly faded from view. He stood in the eddy of leaves, listening to the oncoming silence.
“Dean?”
A small smile played across his lips and he turned around. Castiel was standing beside the Impala. Trenchcoat on, tie backwards. Eyes very blue and not at all black.
Dean hid his smile, clearing his throat.
“Where’ve you been?”
Castiel narrowed his eyes slightly. They stood, looking at each other for a long while.
“It would appear the demons have learned a thing or two.”
“Or maybe one of your bitch brothers sold you out.”
“Perhaps.” Cas looked at Dean sorrowfully, and Dean looked at the ground.
“Cas...I don’t know if you...know everything that happened. Or can remember what the demon said-”
“I do, Dean.”
Dean exhaled, playing with the Impala keys dangling by his side.
“It’s just...it’s not true...,” he shrugged helplessly, “I like having you around. I can’t really imagine hunting without you around now.”
Castiel watched him carefully, and Dean was sure he could see a slight smile on the angel’s face.
“I’m glad, Dean.” He nodded, hands in his trench pockets, “And I promise I will remember the pie from now on.”
Dean’s face broke into a grin.
“Good. That would be good.”
Castiel took one hand out of his pocket to scratch the side of his nose, an oddly human gesture but one that seemed very Cas-like. He looked across the car park.
“Can I ask you something, Dean?”
“Okay.”
“Can we have alcohol now?”
The grin got wider, and Dean came over and put an arm around Castiel, leading him across the parking lot.
“Great idea, Cas.”
fin