A/N: I have no idea where this came from. I have planes on the brain though because I'm going on one monday morning (april 5th) to california. spring break. So yeah let's imagine Dean on a plane again. Enjoy. Review, please and thankyou!

Flight 11 to Hawaii

Dean stands quickly as his knees begin to shake uncontrollably. Sam pretends not to notice; he's looking at there tickets.

The loud speaker goes off: Flight 11 to Hawaii is now boarding

Dean's heart begins to race, "Can't we just drive?"

Sam snorts, "Unless you want to drown in your car."

Dean's thoughtful.

"The saltwater will ruin the seats." Sam points out.

Dean walks ahead and grumbles.

Xoxo

Dean has an isle seat, as usual and Sam is in the middle. An middle aged fat guy has the window seat.

Sam is smiling, "A vacation Dean. A real vacation. Aren't you excited?"

"I'm going to throw up."

"Relax. It's only a few hours."

"Nine hours to be exact."

"You're going to be fine."

"Shoot me."

Xoxo

The plane is taking off. Dean's palms are sweaty and he's gripping the armrests. Sam reaches for his shoulder but Dean slaps it off, Sam snickers.

There up in the air.

"Dean you wanna look out the window?"

"Bite me."

Xoxo

The flight attendant is giving out drinks.

Sam orders Dean a ginger ale.

Xoxo

Dean's humming Metallica.

His hands are shaking uncontrollably. Sam gives Dean his ipod. There's a playlist on it called "Dean" with one hundred mullet rock songs. The older brother relaxes.

Xoxo

Dean's peeing. He finishes and washes his hands and the plane hits some turbulence.

He screams, "Son of a bitch."

Everyone turns. Sam slaps his forehead.

Xoxo

His heart is racing.

"You asleep yet, man?" Sam asks.

Dean pulls out the earphones, "Not with this adrenaline rush."

"Deep breaths."

"I miss the Impala."

Xoxo

A young red headed female flight attendant is passing out blankets.

Sam gets Dean a blanket; he's shivering.

Xoxo

Everyone's asleep except the Winchesters.

Dean's breathing through a paper bag and hiding it with his blanket. Sam is patting his back.

"C'mon man just think; hot women in bikinis."

Dean let's a long deep breath release through his lips.

He drops the paper bag on the floor and sits up, "I'm exhausted."

Sam nods, "Sleep."

Xoxo

Sam gently rubs Dean's shoulder, "Dean wake up. Were here."

"M'what time is it?"

"Four."

"Where's the closest bar?"