Phantom Traveller
1x04
"Dean, you gotta relax." Sam was saying quietly.
"I am relaxed." Dean responded, his back stiff.
"I've seen more relaxed looking statues. Just take a deep breath." Sam said, soothingly.
"I swear, I will punch you if you keep telling me to breathe." Dean spat, his mouth clamping shut again. No way was he going to vomit. Sam would never let him hear the end of it.
"We will be taking off in a few minutes. You are going to give yourself a stroke if you don't at least relax a little."
"I would have been so much more relaxed if you had let me buy that bottle of whiskey." Dean shut his eyes. The prospect of flying was making him sweat. Christ, he hated it.
"Yeah? And what use would you be, drunk off your ass, when we find this demon? We still need to take care of that, and I can't have you drunk doin' that. Sorry, man." Sam reached out and picked up the in flight magazine.
"How much longer?" said Dean, through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping the armrest. Sam was the picture of composure. Stupid Sam, with his stupid.. stupidness.
"Shouldn't be too much longer. I think they are just getting ready now." Sam said, not looking up. "Hey, you wanna buy a totally legitimate samurai sword?" Dean chanced a glance at what Sam was pointing at. Freakin' Sky Mall. Dean snorted.
"Sure. Made by Hattori Hanzo himself, I'd imagine."
Sam grinned. "And all for the low, low price of 299.99 bucks."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be taking off soon. Can you please ensure that your seatbelt is fastened securely, and please direct your attention the flight attendants in the centre aisle, as they will shortly begin their safety brief." a disembodied voice echoed around the cabin.
"This is gonna suck." said Dean, weakly.