The Long Drive

"Jared was glad he'd fallen asleep in his jacket, crossed his arms and gripped into the open plackets, couldn't look at Jensen when the truck thunk-started then slid from between sheriff's squad cars and from the parking lot onto the desolate highway.

They didn't talk. Jared didn't want to and Jensen didn't make him, didn't provide forgiving nothings to fill the silence, either. Jensen had the driver's window rolled all the way down, leaned into the wind with an elbow poked out with the other arm a casual hand slung over the steering wheel, furthest from Jared as could be gotten in the cab of the truck.

Jared just kept his hands fisted in his coat and stared at the cracked sole of his boot."

Illustration for the fan fiction Running from Freedom
Drawn in graphite and colored in Photoshop.