A Grip On Reality (Destiel AU)

What A Fucked Up World We Live In

After about two hours of nothing but quiet music on the radio, Dean pulled the car over, leaning back in his seat.

"What're you doin'?" I asked.

"I'm beat. We've been driving for hours now. I need a breather."

"At this rate, we'll make it to Canada right around the time hell is scheduled to freeze over."

"Would you relax? That's what I'm gonna do."

"Yeah, while you're busy nappin', we're losin' daylight."

"Well, if you're so fucking eager to get there, why don't you drive?"

"Well maybe I will." I shot back sassily.

It wasn't long before we switched seats, and I was driving for the first time in... hell, forever. Frozen reference, anyone?

After about a half hour, it started getting dark. The sun was setting on the horizon, turning the sky a pinkish orange. I had to admit, it was a beautiful sight.

"Look at that sunset. It's... pretty great," I looked over at Dean and realized he had fallen asleep. I grinned. "Probably why I thought I was gay. Fuckin' sunsets."

It wasn't long before I started getting tired. But I fought to stay awake. I wasn't one for falling asleep at the wheel. Well, until now.

The sun had completely set, leaving a blanket of night overhead, sprinkled with bright stars. It didn't help my feeling of drowsiness. I was fucking exhausted.

My eyelids were impossibly heavy as I drove down that endless road. I was awoken by the occasional passing car, their headlights shining right in my eyes.

I cranked up the music on the radio, and I realized what sort of music he was listening to. This particular station was playing Iggy fucking Azalea. What the hell?

I changed the station until I found one playing nothing but classic rock. I smiled as AC/DC poured out of the speakers.

But even that wasn't enough to keep me from yawning. Next thing I knew, there was the sound of yelling, tires screeching, and horns blaring.

It all happened in a big blur. I wasn't even sure what was happening until the car stopped. Oh shit. I fell asleep, didn't I?

"Cas, what the fuck?" Dean asked.

"I... I don't know. I... fell asleep, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. Jesus, Cas. Maybe I should drive."

"Let's just stop here for the night." I yawned, leaning back against the headrest.

"You sure? I've had a bit of rest, I'm good to drive."

"I thought I was... good to drive. And I... wrecked the... fucking car." I began to trail off, falling asleep again.

"Well, you didn't wreck the car. You almost did, but you didn't."

I tried to say "Just fucking go to sleep" but I was so tired, it came out as "Jus'... fuck... sleep." And I was out till morning.

I awoke to the sensation of movement. I looked around and realized I was laid out in the backseat. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep until I realized Dean was driving.

"Where are we?" I mumbled, my words jumbling together a little.

Dean took a quick glance back at me. "Still in Minnesota. Like in the middle somewhere. I don't fuckin' remember."

"Why're you doin' this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why're you goin' to so much trouble for me?"