"Dude, seriously?" Dean complained as he slammed the door of the Impala shut. "You honestly want me to spend a whole 22 hours on a plane? That's not including the return flight."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, we've already paid for our tickets. You don't want all of your hard-earned cash to go to waste, do you?" Teasing and exasperation laced his tone in equal amounts. "Imagine how many more credit card scams and poker games you'd have to do to earn it all back."

Deans shoulders slumped in defeat. "Really? You know the real bitch of the deal is that we have to leave my baby behind," He ran his hand over the sleek black paint job of his '67 Chevrolet Impala. "Is there any way that we could bring her over?"

"You know there isn't. It would take way too long and we need to jump on this lead on Lucifer before it goes cold. Besides, the flight's not all in one go. It splits into two separate flights and you get a break in between." Sam tried being optimistic in a last ditch effort to persuade his brother.

"Oh, great!" Dean replied with fake enthusiasm. "A whole one hour and fifteen minutes - don't look at me like that, I did the math - to sit around like a girl and do my nails. You know what, Sam? Lucifer can burn Australia for all I care. It's only a huge desert in the middle of the ocean. Are there any people that actually live there?"

Dean would say that he positively did not have panic attacks, but the shaking mess in front of Sam, otherwise known as his brother, said otherwise. "You know what? You need to stop, take a few deep breaths and calm down. In. Out. In and out." He guided Dean through his breathing. "Think about it; because you're scared of getting onto a perfectly safe plane, over 22 million people could be killed in a snap of Lucifer's fingers. How would that feel compared to getting on plane for a few hours?" Sam paused to send a meaningful look at his brother. If he only learned one thing over the years, it was that Dean had a pathoogical need to save people. "So suck up, don't think about it and do the job, alright? Go to sleep on the plane, man, you could use a couple more hours."

When Sam had finished his mini speech, Dean had the sense to look abashed but fortunately had a lot more colour in his cheeks. Admitting his defeat, he brushed past his brother to grab his duffle bag from the rear seat of the Impala.

Grumbling to his brother he declared to himself, "Australia better have some bloody good pie."

The brothers strode through the entrance to Los Angeles' LAX airport at 7:35am on the dot. Dean was still suffering embarrassment from the mini panic attack Sam had knocked him out of earlier, so all he could do was complain and bitch – "I don't bitch, Samantha." "Uhuh, you keep telling yourself that." – at everyone and everything they came in contact with.

"I just don't get it, Sammy," Dean bemoaned to his brother. "Why do we have to be here a whole two hours before our flight even takes off?"

Sam released a very slow breath. "I've already told you once. We have to give ourselves enough time to check in, pass through security and then to get to our gate and board."

"Security?" Dean repeated his brother as if he hadn't heard him right, paling at the mere recollection. "I totally forgot about them."

Once again, Sam sighed in frustration. "Of course there are security, you-" He closed his eyes. "Did you think that people just walked onto planes whenever and to wherever their hearts desire?"

Dean ignored his brother and sauntered over to the flight display board. He double checked the flight times and looked at his watch again. A whole three minutes had passed since he had last checked. Huffing to himself, Dean glanced around the seating area at the other bleary-eyed passengers. He found it highly amusing that people could sleep for so long and still appear to be tired, when he himself got on average around three to four hours of sleep a week and was alert and wide awake.

A small chuckle escaped Dean, earning him another disapproving glance from his younger brother. Rolling his eyes, Dean pointed in the direction of security and the brothers walked towards it.

Dean whispered to his baby brother. "Sam? Have we got enough weapons? Salt? Holy Water? What happens if another demon possesses some poor bastard and tries to bring down the plane again? We would be dead before we could do anything about it. All-"

The younger Winchester cut his brother off, trying to stop him from getting too hysterical. "Remember to breathe, okay?" After a nod, he continued. "The likelihood of that happening again is very low. If it makes you feel better, we'll make sure to scan everyone that boards the plane for EMF."

Dean cast a mock glare up at his brother. "Stop treating me as if I'm two."

"Stop acting like you are."

The brothers glared at each other until Sam finally looked away. Dean pumped his fist in victory and Sam shook his head at his childish antics, but grinned all the same.

"Remember, the security checkpoint is just over here," Sam said as he ushered Dean toward it, eager for the long flight to be over already.

Dean and Sam easily made their way through the throng of passengers and security, and made it to their terminal. Dean collapsed onto a seat and muttered to himself about planes being too much of a hassle as Sam walked over to the large, wall sized window that looked out on the blacktop. Glancing out at the planes creeping along the tarmac, Sam examined them closely for any tampering that he could detect with his moderately untrained eye. After finding no physical threat that he could identify, he patted his pockets in reassurance that his canister of holy water was still there. 'Better safe than sorry' was practically a hunter's motto.

One of the flight attendants for their trip stepped up to the check-in and passengers surged forward, eager to either begin their journey or end it. Sam jerked Dean's jacket in a signal for him to get up receiving a grunt in response before shoving his brother aside. Strutting up to the flight attendant, Dean held his head high, trying to appear more confident than he actually felt. He handed over his passport with a flirty grin which elicited a wink from the blonde woman.

After Sam managed to drag his hopeless brother away from the prospect of a new conquest, the Mile High Club, the Winchester brothers weaved their way through the masses of fellow passengers. They had already deposited their bags and were scrupulously, yet surreptitiously, checking everyone for possible demon possession. "Sammy? You got anything?"

Sam gave the crowd another once over and tried to remember coming across any suspicious characters. "No, looks like we're in the all clear."

The tension that had set up camp in Dean's shoulders appeared to dissipate slightly. "Good."

Sam clapped his brother on the back and nodded towards the terminal where the plane was preparing for embarkment. "We're about to board. We should head over."

Dean had to double check his watch. It didn't seem that he had been waiting for over an hour and was nearing on quarter to nine. "Sweet. Hey, you know what they say, 'time flies when you're having fun.'"

The look that Dean received from his brother portrayed his amusement at the pun and they made their way through the overly eager crowd.

Dean being Dean caught the same blonde airhostess' eye and managed to slip to the front of the queue. Sam inwardly cursed his brother's antics once more, though succeeded in forming an acceptably polite smile that some women would deem adorable. His brother almost literally charmed the panties off the twenty-something. landing a phone number with the instruction to "call anytime."

With a salacious smirk on Dean's behalf, the brothers ambled onto the plane and claimed their rear seats. Being inside the treacherous plane brought back any misgivings Dean had about flying. Muttering continuously about the 'flying tin can' and a how it was a 'dangerous hunk of metal', the elder hunter fidgeted in his seat, completely frustrating his brother.

"Okay, Dean? I understand you're terrified of flying, but we are trying to lay low." Sam looked intently into his brother's eyes. "So if I have to lay you out so that I, and everyone else on here, can travel in peace, I will."

The sheer honesty the Sam's face conveyed with the statement was enough to shut Dean up, even through take off.

Sam and Dean Winchester touched down in Sydney, Australia with their Los Angeles set watches saying 11:25pm. The afternoon rays of sun that bounced off the shiny glass of Sam's window, quickly set his mind off into the world of time zones and mathematical equations. He twisted the dial on his watch to say 4:25pm sheer seconds before the pilot announcing the local weather and time.

Dean, having seen his brother alter his watch's configuration, implored him. "C'mon Sammy, we'll only have to change it again when we end up in another state. Stop being a show off with your geek-fu."

Sam directed a condescending look at him. "Do you want us to miss our connecting flight?"

Over exaggerated concentration crossed over Deans face as he paused to think about it. "Hmm.. That might not be a good idea. I mean, who would want to miss out on all of the nothingness of Western Australia? The barren desert sure is a number one tourist hot spot."

Rubbing his palms across his face, Sam heaved a sigh. He really didn't like extensive travelling with his brother. Joyriding across America was one thing as Dean had his baby to keep him company, but flying internationally in a plane left Dean highly strung with only his little brother to occupy him. He shook his head and managed to remind himself that the worst of the travelling was over.

"We've got an hour to amuse ourselves before our next flight. Let's go get a coffee or some Advil or something."

Dean's face perked up at the mention of caffeine and rushed off to get his bags. Sam rolled his eyes heavenward and wished that Castiel could have just popped them where they needed to be.

The two of them filled out all of their necessary forms and meandered out of Perth Domestic Airport at 7:45pm Western Australian time and looked for their rental car. The orange lampposts lining the roads cast a dull glow on the cement, while the harsh, artificial light glared out from the building they had exited. A sign ahead pointed to separate parking zones and designated rental areas, easing the confusion of the American 'tourists'.

"We need to be over there." Sam pointed to a relatively close car park with a variety of rentals.

Dean grinned. "What are we waiting for?"

After perusing the lot and finding their allocated car, Dean groaned and dropped his head to the sleek silver exterior. "Why do I have to even touch this?"

"Would you rather walk?"

"Yes." Dean eyeballed the vehicle as if had an infectious disease.

Sam smirked. "Good. Get in."

The shorter hunter reluctantly slid behind the wheel, after he had attempted to climb into the wrong side of the car, and fingered his forged international driver's licence gingerly. He'd never actually driven on the opposite side of the road before, but he was positive that it was exactly the same, only ass about; his same views on the entire country.

He turned over the ignition and turned to his brother. "Are we crashing in this city tonight or are we rolling on through to the middle of nowhere?"

"Straight on through. The sooner we get there the better."

Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "We need directions, Mr. Navigator."

"I thought you never needed directions?" The smug tone radiated louder than the actual words.

The driver's face darkened. "I'm not exactly cruising on down the good old American back roads, now am I? I'm in a completely different country, if you failed to notice."

"Watch out there, Deanna. I can sense your panties getting in a bunch." Sam smirked as he tried and failed to recall his already Googled directions. The geek brother fingered his mobile longingly, but grabbed a folder out of the duffle at his feet. The crisp, printed instructions in his lap, Sam pointed his brother in the right direction and they tentatively headed onto the foreign roads.

A/N: Okie dokie folks. Hi there and welcome to the first installment of the 'Fate Thy Name is Gabriel' series. Technically. I wrote 'Mud Cake and Cookies' well after I planned out these major fics.

NOTES! Here we go:

- Obviously this is set at some point in Season 5, some time after Abandon All Hope we think.
- Dean is 29 and Sam is 25. We had to rejig their ages around a bit so in Season 1 they would be about 24 and 20. To us, that still sounds reasonable.
- A lot of the places in this story are real locations. The names are different so as to add a modicum of story fairy dust. If you were desperate, you could find out the real names.
- This story is actually co-authored. I shall henceforth call my co-author CLM so you know who I'm talking about.