Dean heard their father moving around in his room and told his brother to pack their things and load them in the car. The teen knocked on his dad's door and heard a murmur. He opened the door and entered.
"Dad, we're loading up. I figured you'd want to leave as soon as you were ready."
John stared at his son and nodded.
"Can I make you some coffee or a bowl of cereal?"
John shook his head and finished dressing. Dean left the room, confused at his father's attitude. Castiel stared at the man and wondered what he was up to.
John walked out of his room and found his son waiting with the med kit. His eyebrows raised and he sat down at the table and let Dean check the hand. It was badly bruised, but there were no breaks. His son wrapped the hand and made a sling for him.
"I don't need the sling. I have to drive."
"I can drive, Dad."
Two pairs of eyes stared each other down.
Thirty minutes later, Dean pulled out of the parking lot of the motel. John rode shotgun. Sam and Castiel sat in the back seat. The angel had a smug look on his face.
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Snippets
FanfictionThis story is the life of Dean Winchester through the eyes of his guardian angel, Castiel. All of the chapters are less than 800 words. A few are even 100 or so. That is why it is called Snippets. I owe the wonderful book cover to Winterangelxo...
