"If man were meant to fly, he'd have wings. Do I look like Cas to you?" Dean drove everywhere for a million different reasons, the first and foremost being his hellacious fear of flying. "Besides," he said, sliding his hands over the steering wheel, "when's the last time you saw a plane with such a nice set up?"
He glanced out of his window at the green scenery and flat field flying past, and gave a shrug. This was just how he traveled, and would probably always be the way he did it, until he couldn't climb behind the steering wheel anymore, and at that point, he figured it would be time to give it up. Or find someone else to drive.
"Besides, it's too quiet in here." Said over the loud exhaust of the Impala, and as he finally landed on the radio station he'd been searching for and turned it up. "Usually got Sam yapping at me, so I have to have some kind of distraction."
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Date: 2011-05-24 01:30 pm (UTC)He glanced out of his window at the green scenery and flat field flying past, and gave a shrug. This was just how he traveled, and would probably always be the way he did it, until he couldn't climb behind the steering wheel anymore, and at that point, he figured it would be time to give it up. Or find someone else to drive.
"Besides, it's too quiet in here." Said over the loud exhaust of the Impala, and as he finally landed on the radio station he'd been searching for and turned it up. "Usually got Sam yapping at me, so I have to have some kind of distraction."