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//spins an imaginary wheel of fortune wheel// okay let's go with the opening of the next-to-be-published chapter of isosceles
Within seconds of climbing into the car, the sky opens up. The rain that had followed them into Washington returns heavier than before, and as they make their way through the streets, the late afternoon traffic shifts from mildly unpleasant to excruciatingly slow as the collective windshield wipers of the city's cars work at breakneck speed to maintain visibility. Despite it only being a short distance between the zoo and the diner Dean has set his sights on for dinner, it ends up taking close to an hour for them to get there. This isn'tĀ the first time Castiel has experienced bad traffic with Dean, but it's definitely the first time that Dean hasn't seemed all that upset about it. As the Impala crawls along the crowded roads, kicking up rainwater, Dean turns up the radio and sings along. He's still noticeably self-conscious about it, but the way the corner of his mouth ticks up whenever he glances at Castiel from the corner of his eye makes it clear that he's determined not to let that stop him. For the entire drive, Castiel just soaks in the feeling of being with him. Of seeing him like this. Of being trusted with this side of him.
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