The Interior of the plane was silent. Niro observed Sam seeming to want to play some music but couldn't find the courage to turn on the radio.
"If you wanted music, you could just tap the screen." Niro cleared its throat. It saw Sam turn to it and gave a small grin.
"My brother had this rule where driver gets to pick the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole."
"And you abide to this code?"Niro mused.
"I think I sort of got used to it." Sam chuckled.
"Huh. Ok." Niro nodded.
Suddenly Niro let go of the steering wheel and the plane went barrel rolling around the sky. An alarm system lit the entire interior of the car red as everything that wasn't secured in the car pinballed around the vicinity.
"What the hell!" Sam yelled as the landscape of the windshield started to spiral. Then he noticed the steering wheel was in front of him.
"Now that you're driving. You can decide on the music." Niro uttered calmly beside him.
"I can't fly a plane!" Sam panicked defaulting to putting both of his clammy hands on the wheel.
"Not with that mentality." Niro answered.
The plane was now cometting down to the ground nose first.
"Are you crazy! Were going to die!" Sam jerked his head to the alien who was yawning.
"Yup." Niro said in between yawns.
You won't if you just let me in. A voice whispered into Sam's sweating ear.
"What?" Sam turned to Niro who apparently didn't hear the voice.
I know how to drive a plane. It continued. Sam squinted his eyes and swallowed. He knew exactly who it was.
"What do I do!" Sam ended up saying.
Say yes.
"Niro! What do I do!" Sam stated again this time to the person he intended to speak to.
"Well I suggest you pull on the steering wheel to keep us up." Niro shrugged
Sam immediately tugged on the wheel with all his adrenaline induced strength accompanied by a manly yell.
The plane increased in altitude and the scene curved from the ground to the sky and back in the clouds. Sam however, kept pulling and the scenery switched from a blue sky to a darker blue until the sky went black and stars appeared in the upper half of the windshield window.
"You keep pulling we'll end up in Mars." Niro touched the screen and vented the car with oxygen. Sam's clammy hands started to shake while still desperately holding the steering wheel, He understood Deans fear of planes well, now. He pushed on it gently and the plane slowly drifted it's nose from a 90 to 180 degrees.
"Please take back the wheel." Sam said a little shakily.
"But I thought you wanted to play some music." Niro frowned. Sam turned his head slowly toward Niro with a little annoyance. He expected Niro to be giggling but what he received was a genuine look of concern.
"I don't." Sam swallowed. "I really don't." He released the wheel. It slowly shrank back into the dashboard and inflated back in front of Niro.
"Well alright." Niro pushed on the wheel and they climbed back down to Earth.
A paper printed out next to the stick shift. Niro took it and handed it to Sam. It was a picture of him screaming as he tried to drive.
"Keep it. It's a souvenir of your first flight."
Sam resorted to a small scoff looking at the picture. "Jerk."
"Woos." Niro answered.
Sam frowned. Not exactly the answer he was used to, but it was expected. After all Niro was not Dean.