Dean Winchester closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He slowly exhaled in an attempt to calm his erratic heartbeat. He squirmed in the small seat, trying to get the slightest bit comfortable. But, much to his distaste, his struggles were to no avail. He still felt cramped and confined in this small seat. He was nervous, to say the least. His heart felt like it was trying to burst out of his chest, and his knuckles were white from holding onto the armrest so tight it just might break. His younger brother, Sam, nudged him with his elbow.
"You doin' okay?" he inquired, a repressed smirk playing on his lips. It may not have been obvious to onlookers, but to Dean it was clear as day. Sam was mocking him and his completely rational fear of flying on a plane. Though he was slightly annoyed by his brothers antics, Dean decided to play along for the hell of it.
"Just peachy," Dean retaliated sarcastically, with a false smile to go along with it. Sam chuckled at their small quarrel.
"Will you two just be quiet for once! You both are such nuisances..." John, the boy's father, hissed at them. He proceeded to glance around the plane, as if someone could here his comment. But in reality, people were chattering excitedly about the trip they were about to take, and that itself filled the cabin with noise.
The stewardess started going over the safety precautions not long after. Dean tuned most of this out, listening to only bits and pieces. He was mostly in his own little world, drifting into his own thoughts. Things like why his excuse for a father decided to uproot him and Sam from their home town, Lawrence, and move them all the way to Seattle. And this was right before Dean was starting his junior year, and Sam, he was about to be a sophomore. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He shouldn't be thinking about these things, he should be thinking about how he would start fresh in a new city, a new school, a new life style. Everything was going to be different.
Dean was drawn out of his thoughts by the plane slowly creeping forward, slowly picking up speed as if went. He could feel himself growing more and more nervous by the second.
"Are- are you humming Metallica?" Sam asked with a grin.
"It calms me down," Dean ground out between his teeth, shooting a pointed look at his younger brother. Said brother shook his head with a grin and continued looking out the window. This is going to be a long three hours, Dean thought to himself.
A very strenuous three hours later, full of anxiety and panic attacks for Dean, they were back on solid ground. He would say he was relieved, but that would be a major understatement.
"It's nice," Dean mused, stepping into their new house. It wasn't all that grand, and he and Sam had to share a room, but he didn't mind all that much. It felt... homey.
"Put your things in your room and then get out here," John demanded, ruthlessness clear in his voice. Sam and Dean hurriedly did what they were asked, because they knew what their father was capable of when disobeyed. They had experienced it first hand. Especially when he had been drinking. He always was an angry drunk.
The day was mostly uneventful. They spent most of it unpacking their things. To Dean, this was a good day. John only scolded them once or twice on something petty. Nonetheless, Dean was in a good mood, something that didn't happen very often.
That night, they sat in silence around the dinner table, eating the meal that Sam had cooked. All that could be heard was the dull roar of the ceiling fan, and the scraping of forks against plates. John was the first to break the silence.
"You two will both be starting school tomorrow. You need to be up and ready to start walking by 6:30. Clean this god damned mess up and then go to bed." With that, he left to his room.
"I can clean this up by myself, Sammy. You go to bed, try to get some sleep," Dean said, ruffling Sam's chestnut hair.
"Let me help, Dean," he pleaded, but Dean was not about to budge. Sam sighed, defeated. He really was in no mood to argue with him right now. He obliged, and headed off to his and Dean's room.
A/N Hello all! This is my first contribution to the Supernatural fandom, and I really hope you like it. It's a bit short, but it is the first chapter. The rest will be much better than this one. Reviews and constructive criticism is much appreciated!
~ZoeInWonderland
