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"Oh, come on!" Dean insists as he navigates Seamus through the airport. "Aren't you at all curious about it?"
His boyfriend scowls. "Curious? If people were meant to fly, they would have wings!"
Dean rolls his eyes, unable to resist a soft laugh. It's amusing that Seamus doesn't care for the idea of flight. He's good on a broomstick, and he never had any issue with being the target of a levitation charm while practicing.
As if he can read Dean's mind, Seamus folds his arms stubbornly over his chest and huffs. "Have you seen what these bloody planes look like?" he asks. "Great bloody birds made of metal! You can't tell me that's natural."
Dean shrugs. "Natural? Nah. It isn't," he confirms. "But it's safe. Mostly."
He winces when he says it. The last thing Dean needs to do is put the idea of plane crashes in Seamus' head. But it's too late. His boyfriend pales and looks infinitely more nervous.
Great. Their flight leaves in an hour, and Seamus looks like he might have a panic attack.
"Shay," Dean says softly, "I'm not sure if you noticed, but we're wizards. If anything goes wrong, we have an escape plan." He pats his pocket where his wand is tucked away, emphasizing the point. "You'll be fine."
Seamus still doesn't quite look convinced, but he softens. Hesitantly, he nods and takes Dean by the hand. "Dunno why you have to do the whole Muggle transportation thing," he says dryly.
"Because I love having new experiences with you," Dean tells him.
That makes Seamus smile. "Well, if you put it that way…"
…
By the time they touch down in New York, Seamus is brimming with joy. His entire demeanor changed the moment the plane took flight.
"Did you see it?" Seamus asks eagerly. "We were in the clouds, Dean!"
Dean chuckles. "See? It wasn't so bad, was it."
Seamus shrugs like he wants to downplay it, but he's grinning from ear to ear. "Bloody brilliant. Can we go again?"