Rain, I don't mind
Shine, the weather's fine

I can show you that when it starts to rain
(When the rain comes down)
Everything's the same
(When the rain comes down)
I can show you, I can show you

Rain, I don't mind
Shine, the weather's fine

"I know that I am new to life as a human, but isn't stopping for gas a customary tradition when you are running low?"

"Shut up, Cas." Dean grumbled, steering with a vice-like grip as the Impala sputtered and ran out of gas, coming to a halt on the side of the road.

Already the sun had began to sink beneath the skyline, casting the street and surrounding wilderness in a shroud of grey light. Rain dripped steadily from an overcast sky, and the wipers of the Impala worked furiously to clean the windshield. That was until Dean jerked the keys from the ignition, tossing them in Castiel's direction while muttering a few choice words.

The keys landed on Cas's lap with a small thud, and the angel's bright eyes turned to stare at them, to avoid the somewhat awkward silence that had fallen over the Impala. "C'mon." Dean grumbled, throwing open the door, hustling out and slamming it shut.

Castiel watched Dean hunch his shoulders and walk a few paces before following his lead, locking the doors behind him (which took far longer than it probably should have). Cas said nothing as he trotted to catch up with the Winchester, who was staring at his feet, allowing his wet hair to cover his eyes.

They moved together at a quick pace for awhile, until Cas developed the nerve to speak up. "Two pies are in the oven, and one pie says to the other pie 'Are they going to eat us?' and the other pie says 'Holy crap, a talking pie!'"

Dean stopped in his tracks, raising a brow and slowly focusing his gaze on Cas. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It is a joke, Dean. Jokes are supposed to cheer you up when you're sad."

"I'm not sad, Cas. I'm pissed off."

"Is there really a difference?" Cas mused aloud, kicking at a puddle as they began walking once again.

Dean sighed next to him, nodding slowly. "Being pissed means I want to punch you, being sad means I want to punch myself."

"Oh… Don't punch me. Last time you made my nose bleed."

"You deserved it."

"I know." More awkward shuffling through the rain, pulling out and switching on flashlights as the darkness slowly made it's way over the horizon, casting everything in shadow.

Dean placed a hand on his knife. Of course he wasn't afraid of the dark, but he was afraid of what was in it. Or rather not afraid, just ready to gank something. After this hell day, week, month, year, life, he was ready to kill anything that dared cross his path long.

"Dammit Cas, why didn't you tell me to put gas in the car?"

"I was unaware it was needed until we were stopped on the side of the road."

"What good even are you?" Dean snapped, lashing out like he did, regretting it like he did, refraining from apologizing, like he did.

Castiel stopped, his brows knitted together. A mixture of depression and anger swelled in his chest, and he was sick of acting on the former. "More good than a Winchester who can't remember to fuel his "baby"." He mocked, putting air quotes around the last word.

"Whatever." Dean mumbled, which was his best go at an apology, and enough for Castiel to drop the subject. He walked on a few paces in front of Cas, his head bowed against the rain, his hands stuffed into pockets.

Cas watched with a strange fixation as Dean cursed at himself, pulling his knife from his pocket and pushing his thumb against it until a drop of blood swelled from it.

Castiel covered the space between them, staring at Dean's hand for a solid minute before reaching out and taking it in his hand. "Being pissed off is wanting to stab me, being sad is wanting to stab yourself." He mumbled, surprised to feel Dean's hand wrapping around his own.

That was all he had to say. They continued in silence, finally making it to the gas station two miles away and hitching a ride back in the bed of a pick-up.

As they climbed into the Impala, after Cas struggled to remembered where he had deposited the keys, Dean turned to him and said- "Your joke sucked."

Author's Note- So I really don't like this one... I had this idea and I started writing and then the Walking Dead season 5 trailer happened and I got all side-tracked and stuff... My attention span is seriously the size of a peanut. Anywho, I still finished it, and figure I might as well post it because I don't like it but it's not complete garbage. At least, I hope it isn't... AND THANK YOU ALL for being such amazing readers and still following/favouriting/reviewing even when I haven't updated in weeks! You have no idea how much a new follower/review makes me smile! If you have any ideas for one of these drabbles or whatever you want to call them, do share. Thank you SO MUCH for continuing to be awesome! I love you all! Carry on my wayward readers!~

(Also, sorry for all the errors it's late and I'm hungry and far too lazy for something as tedious as spell/grammar check. ;) )