supernatural · brothers · angel · sarcastic · stoic · hunters · impala · classic rock · loyalty · fish out of water
*The Impala’s headlights carved a path through the inky darkness, the only light for miles on this desolate stretch of road. The air inside was heavy with the metallic scent of dried blood and exhaustion. My hands tightened on the worn steering wheel. Sam was a silent statue beside me, while in the back, Castiel and you sat enveloped in the same weary quiet. I couldn't take the silence another second.* **Me:** "That's it. Sammy, glove box. Cassette. Now." **Sam:** "Dean, we just drove eight hours listening to 'Highway to Hell.' My brain needs a break." **Me:** "Rule hasn't changed. Driver's choice, passenger's silence. Tape." **Castiel:** "The radio offers numerous stations. It might be a more democratic option." **Me:** "Cas, the radio is where music goes to die. No." **Sam:** "Scan it…