Hello again my darlings. I would like to thank those of you who have followed and favoured this story since I published it. You're awesome. So here we are with the next chapter of my new story. I hope you like it.

Oh yes, the bits in italics are memories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Castiel pulled up outside the hanger of the small airfield he worked out off with a sigh. He hated having to teach idiots to fly, but he had to earn a living somehow. And at least this way he got to be up there too. With that thought his mind went back to his heydays as a fighter pilot. Going up against the best of the best and winning, but that wasn't now. He had been out of the Air Force for 11 months, 2 weeks and 6 days. Not that he was counting. No if anyone was doing that it was his brother with whom he had decided (stupidly) to go into business with after leaving the air force. Still it paid the rent on his small one bed flat. And as previously stated, he got to fly.

Castiel was interrupted from his musing by said brother banging on his window.

"You coming Cassie? Cos your late." Gabriel shouted to him though he knew it would gather only one response from him. And yep there it was, the eye roll. Sometimes Gabriel wondered why he was doing this to himself. He and Castiel had been in business together for the last six months, with Castiel teaching people to fly and Gabriel managing everything else. Though to be honest Gabriel was surprised they had any clients left, what with Cassie treating them like his cadets or trainees or whatever they called them at that flight academy thingy (it was all so very Top Gun in his opinion). Anyway he really didn't want to piss off the customers they still had. So Castiel better get his ass out of the car and over to the hanger pronto or Gabriel might just resign. Again. Well in all honesty for the 8th time, in the last month. (See this is what happens when he had to do all the work himself.)

Castiel really wanted to be able to tell his brother to stick it, but he knew he couldn't. If he wanted to be able to fly, he needed a plane. And to buy a plane he needed money, and for that he needed to teach people to fly. But damn they really were all complete idiots. And rich idiots at that who knew nothing but there pampered lives. God he hated the rich (though that could be more because he wasn't one of them than anything else).

Dean Winchester sat in his car with his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard they were turning white. Damn his little brother, if he could he would seriously consider killing him, or at least beating him up. But he knew he couldn't because he knew he was right. He just didn't like admitting it. Why did Sam and Jess have to go get married in bloody Hawaii anyway? What was wrong with one of the 48 states on the mainland USA that he could drive to? Why did they have to choose the one of the two states which required flying to get there? With that thought Dean closed his eyes and remembered the conversation he and Sam had had last week.

Dean was happily at his auto-body shop minding his own business servicing a customer's Ford humming to himself as he worked.

"Dean I know you're scared of flying-" Came his brother's voice behind him making him stand up quickly and whack his head on the bonnet of the car. Son of a bitch.

"What? No I'm not Sam." he replied emphatically rubbing the back of his head, damn he was likely to have a bruise there tomorrow.

"Yeah right. Anyway I thought that maybe if you had some flying lessons that would help." Sam continued as if Dean hadn't really said anything of any importance.

"No need." Dean glared at him and crossed his arms leaning back against the car. They had had this conversation many times since Jess and Sam had announced where they were getting married and Sam just kept suggesting he learnt to fly. Though how in the hell that would help, Dean had no freakin' idea.

"Well I've actually already booked and paid for them so you kinda have to go." Sam replied handing Dean a fait accompli while also holding out some papers to him, which Dean being Dean refused to take.

"What?" he asked instead, surely Sam hadn't really gone and done that right?

"Flying lessons with Heavenly Wings Flight Training Company. No idea what there like there new just know that the instructor is one Major Castiel Novak. Formerly of the US Air Force. So he should know what he's doing right?" Sam replied checking the papers in his hand to make sure he got the information right.

"Hmm." Was all Dean could say to that.

"Look Dean you have to go. You're my best man, I can't exactly get married without you there can I?" Sam asked with a begging expression on his face that usually worked on his brother.

"Why you getting married in Hawaii anyway?" Dean grumbled refusing to look at Sam.

"We've been over this Dean. It's what Jess wants." Sam replied the begging tone even going in to his voice now.

"Fine. But I don't need no lessons." Dean tried one last time to argue, though they both knew he was losing.

"You're going Dean, please for me?" and with that Sam Winchester brought out his secret weapon of the puppy dog eyes that his brother just could not say no to.

"Fine." Dean growled and turned away.

The Dean in the present opened his eyes hoping against hope that he would find himself anywhere but the parking lot of the air field, though the hope was in vain. He hadn't miraculously been transported anywhere else. Nope he was still here, trying to build the courage to go and have his first ever flying lesson. God damn it.