Supernatural: leapfrogging

Castiel

I sit watching the world go by out of the motel window while Sam slept in the room next door. Being thousands of years old means a few hours people watching is time I don't mind wasting, especially on earth, every time I watch people here, I see something I've never seen before. I was enjoying a spot of my favourite pastime along with Dean's company, although, this late at night he had begun to grow quiet. His short snippets of conversation reminded me of exactly why I loved being here on earth so much. "Do you ever wish you could fly somewhere, Cas? Take a vacation from eve thing and everyone for just a few weeks?"

"I consider myself lucky that my bio-cosmological make up means that I am free to travel wherever and whoever I please in most cases," I begin to answer him, "I can imagine how humanity feels frustrated sometimes, stuck on its two legs, with nowhere exciting they can get to particularly quickly." I say as I watch a man exit the liquor store across from the motel, carrying two bags which are almost too heavy for his thin arms, meaning that he has to walk extremely slowly to prevent himself dropping them. I find myself asking just how much easier his task might be if it were the case that he had wings.

Caught up in the notion of flight, I turn Dean's own question to him "If you could fly somewhere far away, where would you go, Dean?"

"I guess I'd go somewhere big and empty like Australia. Where there are less people and...things to bother me." From Dean's mind I receive a glowing image of the wide expanse of empty outback, with impressive slabs of rock standing in undisturbed solitude dotted throughout the desert.

I sigh to myself, some inexplicable part of me longing to know what it might feel like to finally have no duties no obligations, no ties and no regrets, even for a few days. "I should like to get away like that some day..."

I can hear the smile in Dean's thoughts as he responds, "Maybe we will Cas, one day, just you and I and Sam and Baby, huh? On a sweet road trip to anywhere."

Another image of the abandoned Australian outback comes across, this time with Dean's beloved Impala trundling along a single track road, Dean in the driver's seat and me (In Jimmy Novak's body) riding shotgun, finally. It seemed so real that I could almost already feel the dusting summer wind brushing through my hair.

"You have quite the imagination, Dean." I smile at how tangible the idea seemed as I could already feel it melting away from me now.

"You have no idea..." He replies playfully, with a hint of something I could almost be bold enough to identify as a flirtation. A whisper of an image comes through with the words, but it dissipates before I have time to make sense of it as our sweet moment of mutual fantasy is rudely interrupted by urgent banging and strangled noises coming from the adjoining room...

I whip round in search of the source of the sound. "Sam?!" Dean's concerns for his bother's safety are amplified tenfold by the fact that I am using his voice to express my own concern. I rush for the door which I knew to the best of my knowledge would lead me directly to him, to find him curled up on the floor,  futily flailing against an invisible stranglehold.