Sam had been the one who had fallen asleep, and when he woke up Dean was gone. He looked at his watch. He had been asleep for over an hour.

"Excuse me?" He asked Summer who was playing with her doll. James was asleep. She looked at him and smiled.

"Do you know where my brother went?"

"He's been walking back and forward here for a little while" She answered.

"Thank you, what a cute doll" Sam said and pointed at the doll she was holding.

"Thank you!" The girl said happily. "Her name is Stacy" Sam smiled at her, and he could spot Dean walking towards them.

"Hey man" Sam said as Dean sat down.

"Hey"

"You feel better?" Sam asked, Dean nodded. Sam could see that he was still nervous, but at least he had calmed down a bit.

Dean's eyes widened for a little bit as he could hear the "pling" sound again, and he was afraid that it was turbulence, or something worse. But they were just saying that they would soon be served food. Dean let out a relieved breath and looked at Sam who was grinning at him.

"Food will make you feel better"

"Always does" Dean laughed.

It didn't take long for the stewardess was coming around with sandwiches and something Dean could not identify.

"What is this?" Sam asked as he smelled the brown and green stuff.

"I don't know" Dean said with a mouthful of it.

"How can you eat this? It's even harder to identify than the food we got on "Mystery Monday" in high school" Sam said. Dean grinned at him after he swallowed.

"Hey, that's not fair. Why does she get the spaghetti?" Dean said pointing at Summer.

"Kid's menu" Sam said.

Dean pouted and took a bite of his sandwich. Then quickly grabbing a napkin and spitting it out again.

"I'm done" Was all he could say as he pushed the plate as far away as he could. Sam smiled and did the same thing. "If you can't eat it, I'm pretty sure I can't"

Dean was all quiet, and some time passed. He started flicking through the menu again, and pouted again, as he knew they couldn't afford any of the snacks. It cost a fortune, at least for them, at least now.

"You can buy some you know, I think we can manage" Sam smiled.

"Nah, it's okay" It was quiet for a long time, and Dean started tapping his feet on the floor.

"So, poltergeist huh?" Dean said.

"Yeah"

"That's… not good"

Sam looked at him, almost studied Dean's facial expression as Dean was staring at the seat in front of him. And he started humming on Metallica. Dean looked at Sam and backed away from his face a little bit. "Dude, what are you doing?"

Sam realized that Dean needed something to think about except the flight.

"Nothing, no… That's not good" Sam tried to think of something else to talk about. "So, we've fought a lot of weird stuff together haven't we?" Sam said with a smile, Dean tried to remember as he started smiling too.

"Jesus Sammy, no chick flick moments"

"Just saying; Poltergeists, ghosts, demons, zombies, vampires, and fucking clowns" Sam said.

Dean started laughing, it was true. He and Sam had been through a lot together. The memories were filling his mind, but it stopped when a hand reached out to grab his almost full plate. He grinned up at the lady with his most flirtatious smile.

"Thank you miss" The girl blushed and took Summer's and James' plates. No matter how scared Dean was, he always managed to flirt with some random chick. It annoyed Sam, even though he wasn't sure why. Wasn't it a good thing that Dean got his mind off the flight? Sam shook the thought out of his head and turned to Dean.

"Hmm, I can get used to flying" He said with a smirk. Sam forced a smile towards him.

"Something wrong?" Dean asked concerned as the plain started shaking.

"What the hell!?" Dean said, quickly buckling his belt back on.

"Easy, it's just a little turbulence" Sam said in a soothing voice.

Dean nodded hysterically, not making any effort to calm down. Then the plain shook again, more intensely this time.

"Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seatbelts as we enter a zone of turbulence" Dean looked around and saw the stewardess' walking to the back and to the front of the plane.

"Sammy…" Dean said, almost in a warning voice. Sam fastened his seat belt.

"Don't worry, the pilot has everything under control" Sam said, still calm in his voice.

"Please don't tell me that we've been in the air for 40 minutes!" Dean said, almost shouting at Sam.

"No, we've been in the air for two hours, we kicked that possessing thing's ass back to hell Dean"

"I know that Godzilla!" Dean said, yelling at him. Sam didn't say anything he was used to Dean mocking him about his height, among other things. He just looked out the window and saw the clouds floating under them. The plane shook constantly now.

"S-Sammy…" Dean said again.

"You have to relax Dean, seriously!" Sam said grabbing a hold of his arm. "This happens all the time, and the pilot and the co-pilot got everything under control" Sam tried to calm him down again.

"I-I..." Dean muttered, not being able to firm words, even though he didn't have any words in his head that would be worth firming.

"It's okay Dean, just breathe" Dean said as he grabbed the arm tighter. Dean smiled, gave a deep breath and leant back.

"That's better" Sam said and the turbulence became more subtle and after 10 minutes the "belt" sign got turned off and some of the passengers started to walk towards the bathrooms.

"See? I told you it was nothing to worry about" Sam said and smiled at him. Dean smiled back at him.

"Thanks Sammy"

"It's Sam"

"Thanks Sammy" Dean repeated himself. And Sam didn't bother to argue with him, what was the point anyway? Sam yawned and rested his head back onto the seat.

"You tired Sam?" Dean asked and grinned at him.

"No"

-

But it didn't take a l lot of time before Sam was sleeping, Dean was calm as he watched Summer trying to draw her doll with a ugly green crayon.

"Do you want to play with my doll?" She asked.

Dean laughed. "No, thank you" Sam shifted in his seat and his head dropped to Dean's shoulder. Dean looked down at him and shifted uncomfortably, trying to push him away without waking him up, but Sam didn't respond. He just snuggled his head into Dean's shoulder.

"That's how my mom lays on my daddy when they're watching TV, before they start kissing! My mom is in Ohio now!" Summer commented. Dean's eyes widened and looked at her, she was just smiling.

"He's my brother" Dean said, trying to explain.

"My brother never lies like that on me, he's in Ohio with my mom, and we're going to see them today"

"Ehh, okay, good for you" Dean said, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Does he often dream about you?"

Dean started to get annoyed. Oh, this girl just wouldn't stop, wait, did Sam dream about him?

"What are you talking about Summer?" Dean asked, looking at her.

"When you were walking back and forwards because you were so nervous… My uncle does that too, but only when he has to go to the bathroom…"

"What did Sam do?" Dean cut her off.

"He was saying 'Dean' over and over again in his sleep" Summer said, her smile grew bigger by the minute. It freaked Dean out. For a second she reminded him of Lilith. He shook the thought of out his head and looked down at Sam. He looked so innocent.

He's probably having nightmares about me, down there. Dean thought concerned, and he couldn't help but brush Sam's hair away from his face.

"My dad does that to my mom too!" Summer commented again.

"Why don't you just…" Dean's fist tightened as he tried to calm down. He took a breath. "Just go back to drawing your doll, so you can give it to your mom and brother"

Summer nodded and grinned, before she went back to her piece of paper.

"Dean" Sam muttered, and Dean thought he was waking up, but no. He was drifting into his sleep even more as he grabbed a hold of Dean's jacket.

"Sammy" Whispered Dean and held on to his shoulder. "Sammy"