Here's yet another one of my stupid little stories. I hope some of you like it.

Flight To Hell

Dean and Sam sat at a small diner in Virginia discussing their next hunt.

"Everything points to it being the suicide killer." Sam told Dean as he looked at his laptop screen.

"I can't believe the son of a bitch is back. How many did he kill so far?"

"Three."

"Same area?"

"Within a few blocks of each other."

"Sam this is happening out in California, it'll take us days to get out there."

"I know, that's why we're going to fly." Sam looked over at his brother and gave a little smile.

"Fly! No way Sam! Huh uh, not going to happen."

"Dean we don't have a choice in this. You said yourself it'll take us days to get out there…..more people will die."

"Sam I don't fly, you know that."

Sam could see the fear in his brother's eyes and felt sorry for him; he knew of Dean's deep fear of flying.

"Okay."

Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

"We can leave tonight and if we take turns driving…." Dean began.

"I'll go myself." Sam interrupted him.

"What! No way….It's too dangerous."

"We're talking lives here Dean. The longer it takes us to get there the more people are going to die. I can handle it…. I'm not going to force you to go."

"Damn it Sammy!" As much as he hated to admit it Sam was right, they had to get there quick.

Sam could tell Dean was starting to cave in.

"It'll be okay Dean; it's the safest way to travel."

Richmond Airport

Dean sat in the small bar across the street from the airport waiting for their flight to arrive; Sam sat next to him watching his brother down shot after shot.

"You're going to regret that in the morning."

"If you think I'm going up there sober you're nuts."

Sam shook his head and smiled.

"Hey it's your hangover."

Later

They checked in as California police officers and were allowed to bring weapons on board but since they weren't on duty the weapons would have to be kept in their suitcases in the cargo hold. They then found their seats and settled in for the long flight. Dean sat staring at the seat in front of him his nails digging into the arm rests.

"Dean relax, we haven't even taken off yet."

"Shut up Sam, just shut up."

"We're more likely to die in a car accident then flying."

"Yeah but at least in a car accident its boom and you're gone….you don't have time to think about it all the way down."

Sam shook his head and smiled then made a move to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean grabbed his arm.

"I want to take a leak before we take off."

"We'll hurry up."

Sam, who was sitting at the window, crawled over Dean and walked back to the restroom while Dean sat nervously tapping his foot. Why couldn't he get rid of the feeling that something bad was going to happen?

"Excuse me sir would you like a pillow? It's going to be a long flight."

Dean looked up into the face of a pretty blonde flight attendant. He gave her his most charming smile.

"Thank you." As he took the pillow he glanced at her hand and saw that she wasn't wearing a ring. "Are you going to be laying over in California for awhile?"

"For a day or two, why?"

"I've never been there and I sure would like to have someone show me the sites if you're free."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." She smiled at him as she walked away. Sam, who was waiting in the aisle for the attendant to move, crawled back into his seat.

"I see you're already hitting on the attendants."

"A man's got to do what he's got to do."

"Dean you're not going to have time to go running off chasing skirts, we got work to do."

"I'll find the time." Dean looked over his shoulder and watched the attendant walk away. Maybe this flight wasn't going to be so bad after all.

TBC