"C'mon Cassie!" Squealed Gabriel as he skipped towards the death trap of a fair-ride.

"Nope!" He yelled, but grudgingly trudged over to his grinning brother.

Castiel scanned the board describing various ailments that wouldn't let you on. Damnit, why wasn't he a pregnant woman?

"Gabe, if you have epilepsy you cant go on." Castiel called.

Gabriel looked over, his face falling as he glanced up briefly at the glowing lights above him.

"Damnit." he muttered as he looked up at the moustache with a man attached in the pay-box.

"No refunds." the moustache said gruffly.

Gabriel's eyes flashed with anger. "Mate, I didn't realise I couldn't go on..."

The death-trap was about ten meters tall, two white pods with long rods attaching it to the middle pillar. The pods held four people, in pairs, back to back. They spun in opposite directions while going upside down.

Castiel could feel the sick coming up his throat.

"He can go on." the moustache said, jerking his head at Castiel, who went pale.

"Cassie?"

"Fine." He could never say no when his brother did puppy-eyes.

Walking stiffly to the pod, he shot Gabriel a death glare.

He just smiled.

Castiel sat in the pod, waiting for whoever paid next to sit down.

Finally after only a few minutes, a man ambled in, grinning slightly, Moustache-Dude following behind him, waiting to shut the door.

"Hey," The man looked up at Castiel from under his eyelashes.

His eyes were flashing different colours from the shining bulbs outside.

Cas nodded. He didn't think he could open his mouth. He'd been sitting in the cramped pod too long. He wanted out.

"I'm Dean." the man conversed as the curved bar went across their laps.

"Cas- oof-" the bar was exceptionally tight. His hips were pressed to the seat and he writhed trying to get in a comfortable position.

The man had gone silent, bigger than Cas, he was leaning slightly away from Cas to relieve pressure on his hips and other areas.

"Nice to meet you," Dean strained, struggling to breathe.

"Likewise."

Dean huffed a laugh. "If by some chance, you survive this thing, tell my brother he's a nerd and I love him."

"Same. Except without the nerd part. He's a dick."

"Why're you on here?"

"Brother paid before he realised he was epileptic. Idiot didn't read the sign. No refunds so here I am."

"It was a dare. Regretting it though. Streaking through here would be better."

He paused, realising what he had said. "I mean, you're good. I don't like metal contraptions or heights."

"They're okay"

"Are you red-ayyyyy?" Roared a voice from a speaker near Cas' ear. He flinched away, head-butting the man.

"Sorry."

The ride begun to swing forwards and backwards, gathering speed.

When it finally swooped upside down, Dean screamed. A full-on scream that a person would make if they were terrified of spiders and had just realised the Brazilian Wandering Spider was on loose in their hometown and was between them and the door (It true kids, BWS found in Aldi bananas. If you have brought some, throw that shit out.)

Castiel had closed his eyes, the straps to his coat falling around his ears, the skin on his neck and cheeks pressing back.

It was only when he opened them to the sight of Gabriel jumping and waving, holding a bag of candyfloss, that he realised that Dean was clinging onto him.

The stranger's face was buried in his shoulder, his hands curling into the material.

Cas forgot to close his eyes as his hair stood on end. He looked up at the cresent moon halfway between the horizon and the top of the dome.

He felt sick.

He could Dean muttering to himself faintly, under the blaring 'Because I'm Hap-pay!' and the excited screams on children.

Cas dipped his head down, only to have it thrown back against the cushioned seat and he was confronted with the moon again.

He wrenched his head down one last time and caught what Dean was saying.

Which was basically what his mind was screaming.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckit. Nope. Shit."

Cas pulled one hand from the bar in front of him and rested it on Dean's shoulder.

"It's slowing down!" He yelled.

Dean raised his head. Just as Castiel remembered the one trick every ride did.

Trick you into thinking it was over and when you begin to emerge from your panic-induced haze, go around faster without stopping.

"Jeeeesus." moaned Dean and flung his head back down.

He raised his head enough so he could look at Cas through his eyelashes. In the darkness of the pod, Cas could see his luminescent green eyes.

"Please hold me." And he must have seen the sky or the ground rushing towards them because he groaned and his eyes slammed closed.

The song had changed. Magic by Rude! Was playing.

Dean had his head even further into Cas' neck.

After a stomach-churning few minutes the ride slowed. The man came along and waited for it to slow even more. Castiel noticed how he had his foot carefully on the crack between two metal plates.

Cas decided not to mention it to Dean.

The man pulled a bolt (which seemed pretty damned loose, to Cas) and muttered, "Wait 'til it's stopped before getting out."

Dean made a noise.

"Why are they unlocking it if we shouldn't get out now?" Cas mumbled.

At that, Dean seemed to remember himself.

Sitting up and straightening his jacket lapels, he smiled weakly at Castiel.

"Well... Um... If you would like to get a drink-"

"Yes."

Dean smiled a bit more strongly. "Glad to see I made an impression."

"Please hold me." Castiel joked, a smile creeping along his face.

At that moment, Gabriel appeared, his arm slung over a boy who was far taller than him.

Gabriel whistled. "Don't go too fast, Cassie!" he cackled.

Castiel scowled at him and looked back at Dean.

"I don't know him."

Dean laughed. "Thursday? Some point late afternoon? They say it's gunna be beautiful weather."

"Isn't it always in California?"

"In Costas?"

"Of course"

I'm back. Sorry. I'm shit at updating.

This is half based on a prompt and personal experience.

The ride is called Loop-A-Plane. It is a death trap. Everything is true, including the spider bit.

But what's worse than a evil thing like that? The one in Brighton that suspends you over the sea?

Nope.

Teacup rides.

Y'know kiddie stuff. DEADLY! KIDDIE! STUFF!

(There was a fair in my hometown. My friends and I decided to go on the teacups)

It was about a meter square of space, three teenagers were crammed in it.

Ours was even faulty so you can't blame it on us spinning the wheel to make it go faster (happened to me and another friend once in France. Was a bit too enthusiastic. We carried on after the ride had stopped. The guy running it had to stop us with his hands)

My friend was almost sick.

Kids are hardcore, man.

Brought a flower crown and butterfly face-paint to offset the emo satanic T-shirt.

Hope you guys had a great day, I will post again tonight and sleep well!

Fez.

(PS. Find the Twist and Shot quote at the end._

Song of the chapter: Can't help falling in love. 21 Pilots cover.