( Thank sweet Christ on a paper napkin, it isn't raining. There's only so much heartache one man can take, and Cas not remembering their time in New Amsterdam has already done plenty for his tenuous grip. Dripping acid burn streaking lines through his paint would give him a coronary, let alone if it actually penetrated the metal to the inner workings. )
Of course I left my car outside, what was I gonna do, park her next to my hammock?
( It's snapped out defensively, but they both know it's not Lance he's mad at.
He'll do what he should have done from the start: yell at the people in the engineering workshop until they make enough room for her to fit inside, and then warn them by threat of death not to put a single hand on her or he'll know. )
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Of course I left my car outside, what was I gonna do, park her next to my hammock?
( It's snapped out defensively, but they both know it's not Lance he's mad at.
Stupid planet. Stupid rain. Stupid egg. Stupid acid.
He'll do what he should have done from the start: yell at the people in the engineering workshop until they make enough room for her to fit inside, and then warn them by threat of death not to put a single hand on her or he'll know. )