I didn't really understand everything that happened. Cas wasn't the most meticulous person when it came to explaining things.
What I did understand, is that my power was back to level one. I didn't hear whispers from the plants and the rocks. I didn't hear thoughts, or sense emotions. As far as I could tell, I was powerless, or close to it.
The car was also new. Riding in the front seat, as a passenger rather than driver, with Castiel being the driver, was an odd experience. And to my surprise, he did just fine. In fact, he was alot more careful than I was. But I wasn't fond of the car itself.
I was happy, nonetheless, and reasonably grateful not to remember what was apparently a very rough year for me.
The ride started to bore me, so I decided to test my telekinesis out on a chunk of gravel I found on the floor.
It floated over my twiddling fingers effortlessly, but took some concentration I wasn't expecting.
Cas looked at me from time to time when he had a chance to take his eyes off the road. I caught him slipping little smiles. But there was something strained about it. Something sad and unwilling.
"You should be wearing you're seatbelt," he commented randomly after awhile.
"Seriously?" I griped childishly.
"Yes, I'm serious."
"I trust your driving," I argued sweetly.
"That doesn't mean someone else won't hit us, Hazel," he insisted.
"We got a full-charged angel in back," I pointed out with a gesture to Hannah, "I'm covered."
"Just. Put it. On," he seethed wearily.
"Alright, alright..." I submitted, clicking the damned in place, "happy?"
"The strap goes over your chest..." he instructed more irritably.
"Oh Jesus f- ok!" I groaned with far more attitude than he could possibly have as I pulled the strap out from behind me.
"He's...m.." Hannah began from the back, sounding like something caught in her throat, "He's only looking out for you, Seer."
"All the time," I came with more snark, but with a smile on my face as I patted his leg, "what would we do without the big guy, huh Hannah?"
I was trying to stay cheerful. Positive. Not let myself think about how terrible he looked and seemed to feel. I couldn't see his true form anymore, but I'm sure it was just as pitiful.
"Can...Oh God..." Hannah
slurred, "Can we stop? I feel..."
I watched the pretty angel grasp at her head and whatever interior of the car she could reach as if she was dizzy.
"Cas..." I said, trying not to laugh, "I think she has motion sickness."
He pulled over when he got the chance and the other immediately stumbled out of the car to get her bearings, leaning with both hands on the trunk. With proper chivalry, Cas opened my door and unnecessarily guided me out by the hand to stand with Hannah.
"I didn't know angels could get nauseous," I commented with some amusement, "not on full juice, anyway."
Hannah raised a finger with a deep inhale. "I just need a minute."
"It's my fault," my ever sweet angel apologized, "I'll take curves slower."
Hannah straightened herself out and faced us, that pretty, but stoic face a little softer than usual.
"And you, Castiel? You're feeling well?"
I looked to him, just waiting for the lies to roll out.
"Oh yes," he said barely even trying to my disappointment, "like a million dollars."
I snorted. Apparently this past year had taught him more about human metaphors.
