( Come ON you guys, what is it with these teenagers calling him old man? He's not even that old. As a matter of fact, technically speaking, thanks to the weird way stupid Abraxas memories ship in from back home, his body's a solid five years younger than his brain, so. Suck it.
Old man shakes fist at clouds.
He won't say this much out loud, but: he is, reluctantly, acknowledging the fact that Steve has some modicum of skill at driving. Like, an ounce. More than Jack had, and arguably better than Castiel has managed to pick up during his few short years driving instead of flapping — nobody tell Cas he said that. )
Hey, look, I've driven them — out there, in the real world, back home. Here, not so much. If I wanna drive, I take my baby, otherwise...
( Big Shrug. What's the point? And then, very abruptly, he backpedals with a scoff and a flounder of: )
Wa- what- You know what- why- why am I justifying myself to you, you tiny baby toddler, shut up and keep your eyes on the road.
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Old man shakes fist at clouds.
He won't say this much out loud, but: he is, reluctantly, acknowledging the fact that Steve has some modicum of skill at driving. Like, an ounce. More than Jack had, and arguably better than Castiel has managed to pick up during his few short years driving instead of flapping — nobody tell Cas he said that. )
Hey, look, I've driven them — out there, in the real world, back home. Here, not so much. If I wanna drive, I take my baby, otherwise...
( Big Shrug. What's the point? And then, very abruptly, he backpedals with a scoff and a flounder of: )
Wa- what- You know what- why- why am I justifying myself to you, you tiny baby toddler, shut up and keep your eyes on the road.