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Missing

Chapter two

The next day

"You sure you want to do this? You really don't have to go with me Dean, I can do this by myself you know." Sam looked over at his brother as they walked into the airport to buy their tickets for their flight later that afternoon. He could tell his brother was terrified. "I mean it Dean; you really don't have to do this."

"Just shut up and get the tickets." Dean said nervously.

"Hey, it will be fine. We'll get a nice motel in Mexico City, you can…."

"I need a drink." Dean interrupted Sam and headed over to the airport lounge.

Sam smiled and shook his head as he watched his brother disappear into the lounge. He bought the two round trip tickets then headed into the lounge to find Dean. He found him sitting at the bar with two empty beer bottles in front of him and holding a third.

"This is ridiculous Dean. I know you hate flying and there is no reason I can't do this myself. We're not hunting anything so I don't need you as back up. Look, why don't you just stay home and relax… just chill for a few days till I get back."

Dean was tempted to say okay, but the thought of Sammy flying out of the country by himself made him keep his mouth shut. But if he was going to be flying he'd make sure he wouldn't be flying sober. He gulped down the beer then looked at his brother.

"You're sure they have those little bottles of booze on the flight?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Sam laughed. "And you'll even get a movie."

"Oh whoopee…" Dean glanced over at Sam and swallowed the bile rising in his throat. "I think I'm going to be sick." He quickly got up and headed into the restroom.

Sam waited a few minutes then followed him. Dean was standing at the sink splashing water on his face.

"Dean this is ridiculous to put yourself through this. There is no reason you have to go. I'll just go by myself and I'll be back the day after tomorrow." Dean just shook his head. "You know Dean; I'm not your responsibility as much as Dad tried to drill that into your head all those years. You have your own life….you don't always have to be looking out for me."

"Just shut up Sammy and let's get this over with." Dean said as he dried his face off and headed back out to the lounge. He didn't want to talk, he already had made up his mind that he wasn't going to let Sammy go by himself and now all he wanted was to get quietly drunk and not think about the flight ahead.

Later on the flight

Sam kept reassuring Dean throughout the flight that everything would be okay. Dean barely listened as he sat in his seat, his fingers clutching the arm rests, his knuckles white. Even with all the drinks he had he was still terrified.

"Dean you got to relax. You're making the other passengers nervous."

"Well maybe they should be. People weren't meant to fly."

"Oh come on…" Sam smiled shaking his head.

"It's true Sam. Do you know how many people are killed in plane crashes?"

"Not as many as die driving their cars."

"Yeah, but at least you're on the ground and don't have to think about it all the way down."

"Dean, we're not going to crash."

"How do you know?"

"The odds of dying in a plane crash are like a million to one."

Just then the plane hit some turbulence and the entire plane shuttered.

"What the hell was that!" Dean shouted as his heart started pounding.

"Just a little turbulence, now calm down everyone is looking at you." Sam gave a little smile to the man in front of him who had spun around and was glaring at Dean. "My brother's a little scared of flying." Sam tried to explain.

"I can see that. Just keep him quiet he's upsetting my wife."

Sam nodded then looked at Dean.

"See what I mean…you gotta calm down. Take some deep breaths….in…out….in…out…" Sam coached him.

"It isn't helping." Dean said after deep breathing for a few minutes.

"Here." Sam handed him three of the little bottles of liquor and watched as Dean downed all of them.

By the time they got to Mexico City Dean was sleeping like a baby.

Mexico City

Once they had landed they gathered their luggage and flagged down a cab. Within an hour they were at their motel. While Dean took a shower Sam made arrangements to have a cab pick him up the next morning and take him to the airport to catch a small plane to take him to Santiago the city where Carlos was to be buried. He only booked it for one passenger. He wasn't about to put Dean through a commuter flight. If he was that nervous on a large airliner he would completely flip out on a small plane. He wouldn't tell him though; he'd leave him a note in the morning. He knew Dean would jump all over him when he got back, but he knew he'd eventually get over it.

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