[ castiel makes a sound in the back of his throat and pushes his foot down on the brake pedal, grasps the gear shift, and pulls it down until it clicks into place again. the indicator makes itself known on the dashboard in front of him. for a moment, he stares — there are a myriad of numbers and gauges, and he's unfamiliar with every single one, except now for indicator that he's in drive.
strange, how something so simple can be overwhelming. ]
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strange, how something so simple can be overwhelming. ]
Is that—?