[ he makes a conscious effort to loosen his grip on the steering wheel, nostrils flaring with the stress. they ride down the road at a respectable speed of this-is-the-most-castiel-can-take-right-now before dean tells him to brake. but not like last time. clearly. he flashes another harried glance his way before pushing down the brake pedal with the same excruciating slowness as he had the gas.
this time, the car rolls to a stop, easy does it. ]
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this time, the car rolls to a stop, easy does it. ]
Dean.