Kill what's making you weak
E/O Drabble Challenge, word: skeptical
Summary: Trust your brother with your life? Who the Hell came up with that screwed-up advice...
Sitting in this deathtrap waiting to crush and burn he knew why he'd been skeptical right from the start. But Sam had been so sure that there was only one way to fight the problem and now he was here, in the hands of a total stranger, nausea crawling through his body with silky paws, ready to jump up his throat. He shivered, his heart beating against his ribs in a futile attempt to escape doom.
"Enjoying the trip?" she purred, causing him to open his eyes to give her his best attempt to laugh in the face of death.
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At first he couldn't see through the clusters of black dots dancing the mambo in front of his eyes. Then the sky tilted and she laughed and the earth beneath them opened and the view took away the last of his breath – layers and layers of rock, sculpted from time itself, glowing in all shades of red and gold, like ancient fortresses or giant sandcastles, and deep down a blue ribbon, the Colorado, glistening in the sunrise, and he felt like God had given him wings to explore his creation and pure joy took over his skepticism and he laughed.
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Sam watched the small propeller plane touch down with growing unease. Talking Dean into facing his aerophobia had seemed like a good plan at the time, but when his brother had climbed in, his freckles like a cry for help in Braille on white parchment, he had grown skeptical.
A figure jumped out of the open door, first staggering, then walking, then running towards Sam, who briefly considered a fight-or-flight scenario.
Dean stopped in front of his brother, eyes still brimming with wordless wonder, before he gripped him in a bear hug.
"Thanks, you sneaky sonofabitch. That was fucking awesome!"