Ten years of Castiel

Imagine: You figure out Castiel is slyly orchestrating car/travel trouble whenever you work a case together in order to have a pretext to spend more time alone with you.

[Written for the Ten Years of Castiel celebration (@tenyearsofcastiel​​) for Day 7′s prompt: “Free choice.”]

Flat tire on a dusty gravel road in the country miles from civilization with a wary herd of black-and-white splotched fly-magnet cows eying you whilst chewing cud as you cut through their manure minefield to get to the nearest farm for a ride to town, check. Mysteriously missing truck keys located after a two-hour delay in an inner pocket of the trench coat the existence of which Castiel claims no prior knowledge of while he reached for his billfold to pay the lunch check, check. Malfunctioning GPS, no cell service, dead cell battery, dead truck battery, fatally wrong turn somewhere 100 miles back leading to night spent watching the moon rise over a mountain pass in Colorado, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, check.

By comparison, the sputter and choke of the engine as it sucks in the last of the gas fumes circulating in the empty tank, gasps, and dies lacks a certain level of celestially creative kismet.

ten years of castiel | day seven ↳ free choice

Ten Years of Castiel

↳ Day 7: Free choice: Cas + color palette 

Ten Years of Castiel

Ten Years of Castiel