[ Jesse watches Castiel shake his hand, or...hold it, without hesitation or judgment. Just calm. Doesn't seem like the kind of calm that people fake when they're trying to seem tough or above it all, either. Just the stillness of a guy who physically moved a damn van and didn't even ask for a thank-you. A guy who looked at a stranger half-swallowed by roadside gravel and said, I can help. Not because he wanted something. Just because he could. It doesn't really compute for Jesse. He narrows his eyes a little, trying to figure out the other guy's angle, but nothing comes to mind.
He turns his head to look down the road. It stretches ahead of them, cracked and unfamiliar. Panorama's supposed to be a city, but it might as well be a rumor at this point. All Jesse knows is he's driving toward something. A maybe. A fuck-it-let's-find-out. He glances at the van again, coated in muck but somehow still running. Like him, kind of. Bent up, but not down for good. He nods toward the direction they're supposed to be headed in, taking a few steps towards the driver's side of the van. ]
Cool if we stop somewhere on the way? Like...I dunno...gas station, maybe? I could use some snacks. And, uh, ice, if they got it. [ He gestures to the swelling around his eye with a grimace. ] Shit's startin' to throb like it's got its own pulse.
[ He shrugs it off, though. This isn't the first time he's been a little worse-for-the-wear physically, and God knows it won't be the last. His ribs protest with every step, an arm curling protectively across his middle and around his side, but his posture is looser now - less coiled. He doesn’t look back to see if Castiel's following. Just trusts that he is. Jesse slides into the driver's seat, gives the steering wheel a couple encouraging taps, then sticks his arm out the window, palm up in a wave or a thank you as he fires up the engine. The van coughs to life, groaning but alive, and Jesse pulls back onto the road slow, waiting for Castiel's car to fall in behind him. Dust rises behind the tires like smoke trailing off the past, and ahead? Just open road, and maybe a little hope if you squint. ]
we can probably start to wrap this unless you would like to write out a pit-stop :)
He turns his head to look down the road. It stretches ahead of them, cracked and unfamiliar. Panorama's supposed to be a city, but it might as well be a rumor at this point. All Jesse knows is he's driving toward something. A maybe. A fuck-it-let's-find-out. He glances at the van again, coated in muck but somehow still running. Like him, kind of. Bent up, but not down for good. He nods toward the direction they're supposed to be headed in, taking a few steps towards the driver's side of the van. ]
Cool if we stop somewhere on the way? Like...I dunno...gas station, maybe? I could use some snacks. And, uh, ice, if they got it. [ He gestures to the swelling around his eye with a grimace. ] Shit's startin' to throb like it's got its own pulse.
[ He shrugs it off, though. This isn't the first time he's been a little worse-for-the-wear physically, and God knows it won't be the last. His ribs protest with every step, an arm curling protectively across his middle and around his side, but his posture is looser now - less coiled. He doesn’t look back to see if Castiel's following. Just trusts that he is. Jesse slides into the driver's seat, gives the steering wheel a couple encouraging taps, then sticks his arm out the window, palm up in a wave or a thank you as he fires up the engine. The van coughs to life, groaning but alive, and Jesse pulls back onto the road slow, waiting for Castiel's car to fall in behind him. Dust rises behind the tires like smoke trailing off the past, and ahead? Just open road, and maybe a little hope if you squint. ]