Dean stood there at the large airport window, gazing out at the airplane that taxied towards the window. Dean tightened his jaw as he saw the huge thing coming at him. Now if it were a monster, he would take it down without a care. However, that bird scared him. Men weren't meant to fly, they were meant to drive cool cars. It didn't occur to him that with that form of thinking, he shouldn't drive either, as he wasn't born with wheels for feet.

Sam watched his brother, and touched his pocket; he had some prescription tranquilizers if he needed them. He'd just slip Dean a Mickey if he needed to. He saw they was his brother was standing, the tense shoulders, his right hand clinched tight into a fist. The right, with the fingers tapping his leg. Sam had brought along several magazines to read and a travel book of Scotland. Inside it was a small book hidden away on monsters and urban legends of Scotland.

Dean almost turned and ran as the plane turned and the tunnel began to go out to the plane as the door opened. His heart quickened, he wondered if he could sneak away without Sam seeing him? He broke out in a sweat, as he tried to slow down his breathing. He put his hands up and straightened his jacket collar, he had to be cool. If the others could do it, he could.

Sam laid a hand on Dean's shoulder, with his overnight bag in his other hand. "Come on, we don't want to miss our flight."

"No, that pterodactyl might leave without us." Sam just smiled as Dean turned and joined him. Dean walked down the tunnel, seeing the flight attendant waiting with a smile. The male flight attendant figured he thought. 'Maybe with the gas prices they won't have enough gas to go to Scotland and will cancel the flight.' He passed the attendant and he and Sam went down the isle of the plane looking for their seats. Sam found them, and motioned to Dean.

"Which do you want? Window?" He regretted that when Dean turned pale. "Sorry, bro." he said as he slipped into that seat. Dean sat down, and quickly buckled his seatbelt. He reached up and pulled down the tray in front of him, and began to fiddle with it. Up and down it went. That is until Sam grabbed it and locked it back into place.

"Relax, Dean, we are almost to Scotland. Plenty of monsters for you to kill, just waiting for you." He whispered. Dean just ignored him, and began to tap his fingers on the arm of his seat. Sam pulled out the cassette player, turned it on, and put the earphones on Dean. Dean looked at him, listening to his favorite music. Dean pulled them off, and handed them to Sam.

"That isn't going to work, Sam."

Sam just sat there, waiting for the plane to take off, and then he would slip Dean that Mickey. At least he would be calm, if not asleep. He was beginning to make him nervous. Dean was staring at a passenger down the isle.

"What is it Dean?"

"Something ain't right with that guy. I don't think he is human. Maybe he wants to crash the plane." Sam studied the man, he was a bit odd, but then they met a lot of them. He picked up his magazine, and started flipping pages.

As the plane began to run down the runway, gathering speed, Dean gripped the arms tightly, his feet pushing on the floor, and his eyes wide. Sam just laid a hand on his brother's arm. Dean glanced out the window as the plane touched off, and then shut his eyes tightly.

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A few hours later Dean was mellow, as Sam had done what he planned. Dean was smiling, and talking, flirting with a few of the female passengers, and had gotten phone numbers too. Sam sat reading, and marking pages that he could refer Dean to later.

When they were over Scotland, Sam looked down below. It was beautiful, rolling hills, flat land, valleys and small towns too. He couldn't wait to get there; he had always wanted to see this place. Dean patted him on the shoulder, and Sam looked up. "I want the window seat." Sam smiled and switched with him. Dean looked out, and he remembered a movie he once saw…Brigadoon, and now he was going to walk this land. The ancestral land of his ancestors, his mother's side. His great grandfather had come from here. If only Mom could see this, she would have loved it.

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A rather petite middle-aged blond woman stood there in the airport, waiting. Sarah McGregor watched the passengers coming from the exit, wondering if she would recognize her sisters boys. If only John would have let her raise them, they needed a mother, not a crazy man raising them. He had been a good man, until Mary had died.

Sam and Dean looked around, wondering where their aunt was. They had not seen her in over 10 years. Dean's eyes met a womans across the way, eyes that matched his. "Sarah?" he yelled, and she nodded, and with tears in her eyes she ran over to them, and embraced them both at the same time.

"Finally, I am so glad you are here. Let me look at you." She pulled back and looked at the tall boys before her, young men she corrected herself. "Such handsome boys, and you Dean have your moms eyes, and you Sam I do believe you have her gentle heart. From what I have gathered from your emails. Come, we have a long ride."

"Aunt Sarah, we are glad to see you too. You are so like Mom." She took their arms, as she thought, 'if I have my way you will stay here, with me. You need a normal life, and someone to look after you and love you. Damn John.'

A/N: I will update this if there is real interest in this idea of mine. I am going against the way the show goes with this...with a new country. I am doing research, to make this as authentic as possible.