Dean was driving the Impala, Sam was sitting next to him and Cas was on the backseat. They hadn’t said a word so far and the silence was getting on Dean’s nerves. So he put a cassette tape in the cassette player and pressed play. A few seconds later Metallica rumbled out the speakers. Sam, on the other hand, was a little concerned about Cas’ silence. He lowered the volume and turned around. “Hey, Cas? If you want to talk about it, we’re here” he said.
Cas stared ahead of him.
“You don’t have to” Dean said and he increased the volume again. A few seconds later Sam lowered the volume again and Dean rolled his eyes irritated. Sam ignored him and turned around.
“I understand you’re hurt and I know you liked her, so if there’s anything we can do for you, just say the word”
“Just cut the crap, Sammy!” Dean said angry. “Stop being so Dr. Phil on him. And Cas? Meg is a demon, it wouldn’t have worked out anyway, so be a man and get over it”
Suddenly the car accelerated.
“Dean, slow down” Sam said.
“I’m not doing anything” Dean said. He tried to slow down, but instead the Impala drove faster. Then Dean was thrown back in his seat and the Impala drove on its own. Or maybe not on its own. Sam and Dean both turned around. Cas was staring at the wheel and the Impala drove faster and faster.
“Cas, slow down” Sam said. “We get that you’re angry, but this way innocent people are going to get hurt”
But Cas didn’t seem to care about that.
“Damn it, Cas, it’s not our fault the bitch dumped your sorry ass” Dean said both angry and scared. That wasn’t the smartest thing to say. Cas let the Impala drive faster, through red lights. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! If you want I can pull over and you can throw a few punches at me and Sam, but please don’t take it out on my baby” Dean begged.
Cas disappeared and Dean regained control over the Impala. He slowed down and braked with squeaky tires.