Dean almost shot back that he didn’t need a friggen angel backseat driving for him.
The bus shuddered as something hit it from the side. Dean shut up and focused on driving, trying to keep the bus from leaning all its weight to the side and wishing that he’d been able to get something with a lower center of gravity here. The tires squealed, the bus swaying as Dean fought to keep them from flipping over. Another deafening whud of something slamming into them. He risked a glance to the side and caught a glimpse of eyes, blazing yellow through the darkness and giving him a jolt as he realized they were bouncing along like the thing was running next to them. Oh hell. That was way, way bigger than the dogs back in the Institute. Looked twice as nasty too. Why wasn’t he surprised they’d attracted some monsters, between the noise and the headlights? He had no idea what Castiel planned to do with the window but Dean had to fight and use every driving trick in the book to keep the bus upright.
Dean was entirely focused on driving. There were already far more close calls than he would’ve liked – at one point he could feel the bus start a slow shift from four wheels to two, before it thunked down with a squeal of metal. Drool was coating the window near his leg in long strings. Luckily the ugly sons of bitches didn’t have hands to start opening the doors like some whacked-out version of Jurassic Park, but considering the dents he could see already forming, they could probably get in with brute force if they had enough time.
If Castiel had any angel juice left, Dean figured now was the time to blow it on these things before they flipped the bus. He couldn't keep this up forever.
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The bus shuddered as something hit it from the side. Dean shut up and focused on driving, trying to keep the bus from leaning all its weight to the side and wishing that he’d been able to get something with a lower center of gravity here. The tires squealed, the bus swaying as Dean fought to keep them from flipping over. Another deafening whud of something slamming into them. He risked a glance to the side and caught a glimpse of eyes, blazing yellow through the darkness and giving him a jolt as he realized they were bouncing along like the thing was running next to them. Oh hell. That was way, way bigger than the dogs back in the Institute. Looked twice as nasty too. Why wasn’t he surprised they’d attracted some monsters, between the noise and the headlights? He had no idea what Castiel planned to do with the window but Dean had to fight and use every driving trick in the book to keep the bus upright.
Dean was entirely focused on driving. There were already far more close calls than he would’ve liked – at one point he could feel the bus start a slow shift from four wheels to two, before it thunked down with a squeal of metal. Drool was coating the window near his leg in long strings. Luckily the ugly sons of bitches didn’t have hands to start opening the doors like some whacked-out version of Jurassic Park, but considering the dents he could see already forming, they could probably get in with brute force if they had enough time.
If Castiel had any angel juice left, Dean figured now was the time to blow it on these things before they flipped the bus. He couldn't keep this up forever.