Challenge Word: soar/sore
A/N: My muse took a vacation last week, but I had a little chat with her about abandoning me and she squeezed this one out for today. Have a great week, everyone!
The brothers soared miles above an endless patchwork-quilt landscape while Dean's white-knuckled grip on the armrests attested to his nervousness.
"Dean, does it help to know you have a greater chance of dying from airplane food than from a plane crash?"
"No," Dean grunted in response, gasping as turbulence jolted the plane.
"Look, it doesn't make sense for us to take days driving from one coast to the other when we could just fly."
"I like driving," Dean grumbled.
"Dude, you're such a sore loser! I won. Deal with it."
"Yeah, the one time I throw rock instead of scissors."