"Come on Sam, can't we just drive?" Dean said pitifully. Sam just shook his head and turned around to face his brother.

"If we drive in like 200 km/h we will maybe reach the last ferry, if we're lucky"

"Fine, then I'll drive in 250 km/h" Dean answered without a doubt.

Sam started smiling, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Dean, the plane leaves in 30 minutes, I've already gotten the tickets, and the gate is right there!" He said pointing towards the gate and the flight stewardess taking the tickets to those in front of them . come on, the last time we flew there was a possessed co-pilot, and we still survived!" Sam said encouraging patting his brother on the shoulder.

Dean didn't answer; he just looked up at the time table and back at Sam. "I don't know Sam"

"Fine, then you'll drive and I'll take the plane" Sam said, tossing his bag over his left shoulder.

"What? You can't take out a pissed of poltergeist by yourself!"

"Looks like I don't have any choice" Sam answered as he started to walk towards the gate.

"Fine, fine!" Dean shouted after him, and tossed his back over his shoulder and started walking towards him. A smile spread across Sam's lips. Thank God that his brother had been even more protective ever since he got back from Hell.

"But if we die…" Dean started, but Sam cut him off.

"I know, you'll kill me. Let's go" He said guiding his brother in front of him, almost pushing him towards the gate.

Dean handed the stewardess his ticket, as he wasn't able to stand on both of his feet at once because he was so nervous. The lady smiled at him, he somehow formed a smile back at her as she wished him a good trip.

"Maybe we should check if there's any demon activity on board" Dean said as he and Sam found their seats. Sam just sighed.

"Stop worrying Dean, you want to sit by the window?" He asked, beginning to sit up from his seat.

Dean shook his head. "No" and sat down next to Sam, and started flicking with the menus, the safety card and all the other things that were stacked into the seat in front of him, not really paying attention to what it stood, but just looked at the pictures. Then he bent over.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked, as he saw a small girl who was travelling with her father, sitting on the row on the other side of them, was looking weirdly at him.

"I was just making sure that the water, safety vest thingy's was under there" Dean said with a faked smile on his lips.

"Look dude, you need to relax! Nothing's going to happen" he said with a comforting smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seatbelts as we are now ready for takeoff" The brothers heard a voice saying. Sam fasten his seats belt and sat down to relax, as he saw Dean tighten his seat belt so much that Sam was sure that he was going to get a bruise there. But he didn't comment it.

"You want me to hold your hand?" Sam asked. Dean looked at him like he thought he was joking.

"No, just shut up okay!" Dean said, almost shouting at him.

"Okay, fine" Sam said, not being mad back at him.

"Okay, sorry I just… Shit!" Dean said as the plane started shaking as the engine started. He took a tight grip of the armrests and breathed like he was in labor. Sam looked at him, and almost felt sorry for his big brother. Still he thought it was weird. He had been in HELL for months, and still he was scared of flying on a plane for 4 hours? He shook the thought out of his mind as the plane started moving and Dean's palms were filling up with sweat.

"Dean?"

"Shut up" Dean repeated himself as the plane went up in the air. He closed his eyes and leaned back, but he couldn't relax.

Sam took the chance, hoping that Dean wouldn't smack him on his fingers as he placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Dean didn't respond.

"Dean? Dean?" Sam asked, looking at him as his face changed color. "Dean, you have to breathe"

Dean let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and looked over at Sam as the plane had stopped shaking as much. He nodded towards him, and Sam smiled at him. As they could hear a "Pling" that told them they could unfasten their seatbelts. Sam unbuckled his and looked over at Dean, who wasn't making any effort to remove his own belt.

"At least loosen it up a little" Sam said. Dean nodded, and loosened up his seatbelt to normal tightening.

"Daddy, why is he so scared?" Dean and Sam could hear the girl ask her dad. They looked over at her.

"Sorry" the father told them. "That's none of your business sweetie" The man told his daughter.

She turned around and faced them again. "Why are you so scared?" She asked Dean.

"Summer!" Her father said.

"It's okay" Dean said, his voice still a little shaky. But it was the takeoff and the landing that was the worst. Especially the landing!

"He's scared of flying" Sam said. Dean turned around and gave him the "Dude, what the fuck?" Face that Sam knew too well.

"Sorry" he whispered, even though he was not. So what if Dean was scared of flying? Nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Why?" Summer asked.

"I-I don't know" Dean said as he tried to dry his hands on his jeans.

"I think its fun!" The girl said with a smile.

"Okay Summer, that's enough, and go back to your coloring" Her dad said as he placed a red crayon in her hand.

"I'm so sorry; she can be really nosy sometimes. I'm James, and this is Summer" He said placing a hand on Summer's head.

"Hi, I'm Sam, and this is Dean" Sam said.

"Nice to meet you" James said as he settled back into his seat and helped Summer with her drawings.

"Okay, so the plane ride takes 4 hours, we should be in Ohio by midnight"

"Perfect" Dean said. "In the middle of the freaking night, with a freaking poltergeist" Dean whispered to Sam, making sure that none of the other passengers would hear him.

"Yeah, I know" Sam said. "Maybe you should take a nap"

"A nap?" Dean looked at him. "Dude, I'm not five years old"

Sam sighed once again; his brother was even more impossible than usual when he was like this.

"I know Dean, but it will make a few hours pass"

"No, no naps" Dean said, leaning back into his seat and looking around at the other passengers he could spot.

"Fine"

"Good"

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