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It's a bumpy ride
Dean squirmed in the cloth seat, the airplane around him buzzing with sounds. The plane started moving down the runway and Dean gripped the chair side like it was a life preserver. Castiel, to Dean's left, glanced at him curiously. "Dean, your heart is beating too fast." The hunters eyes continuously scanned the passengers, "Why couldn't you just zap us to England again?" Castiel sighed and reverted back to his position at the window. "I told you before, if you are right about this witch then she will sense when I arrive and it will take a lot of my energy to kill her. Somewhat depleted if I fly us there." The plane started taking on altitude and Dean began slowly hyperventilating. "Dean," Castiel's look now held concern and worry, "why are you scared?" Dean let out a sarcastic laugh. "Last time I was in a plane a demon nearly crashed it, sorry if it worries me!" Castiel laid a gentle hand on the hunters shoulder, "There are not demons on this plane Dean." Dean leaned into the angels touch, then loosened his grip on the chair slightly. Suddenly the plane hit turbulence. Deans eyes snapped shut, his breathing rapid, heart pounding in his ears. Castiel gently, but firmly, pried the hunters fingers from their grip and laced them together. Then the angel reached up with two fingers to Dean's forehead. Dean clasped his wrist, "Don't. I don't want to go to sleep and never wake up cas." Castiel leaned over and placed a chaste kiss to the scared mans temple. "Dean," Castiel wrapped an arm around Dean's shoulders (lifting the chair arm rest) and pulled him into his chest, "I won't let this plane crash. You are safe with me, relax. Please." Dean reluctantly sighed and slowly the tension eased out of his body. Once again the plane hit turbulence and Dean's fists wound in Castiel's shirt, beginning to hyperventilate. The angel laid two fingers under Dean's chin and lifted his face to meet the angels sparkling blue eyes. "It's okay Dean, I'm right here. I'll always be here." The hand moved up, Dean pulled away slightly but other wise didn't stop Castiel. The hunter found himself leaning into the warm fingertips on his forehead. Dean slouched against the angels shoulder, worry gone from his brow. Castiel pulled him closer to his chest. "Sleep now, my hunter."
Dean blearily opened his eyes. Castiel's face was softly smiling down at him. "How do you feel?" Dean stiffly sat up, his head was in the angels lap. Castiel gently pushed his shoulders so he was laying on his lap again. "How do you feel Dean?" Dean suddenly realized the plane was still moving. He froze, but then Castiel's fingers were soothing in his hair. Dean sighed, "I'm okay." And he was, with his angels presence encircling him. "Thank you." Dean whispered quietly. Castiel sweetly grinned, then quickly kissed his hunters pink lips. "I could stay here forever." Dean mumbled continently. Forgetting he was even on a plane with forever sitting next to him.
