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Castiel was in the hanger, waiting for Dean Winchester to come and have his second lesson. He was even in the mind to maybe apologize for trying to run him over, if he was polite this time that was of course. But he didn't arrive. Looking at the clock Castiel noticed it was a two minutes past 2, and Dean's lesson had started at two o'clock on the dot. Frowning Castiel made his way to the door to the office, about to demand that Gabriel locate his wayward pupil when he heard voices. Now normally Castiel would have just marched into the room no matter what. But something stopped him, maybe it was the conversation he and Gabriel had had the last time that Dean Winchester had been here. Had Gabriel been serious about his interest in Dean? Logically and academically Castiel would say the answer to that was a clear cut no. but... (and that was the reason he didn't march into that room, the but) but... what if his brother was telling the truth? What if Gabriel was interested in Dean? It wasn't like Castiel had kept track of his brothers relationships (or his anything for that matter) over the last 15 years. Maybe Gabriel did like men as well as women, how would he know? He of all people knew that what people said and what they thought where two very different things when it came to certain subjects. And so instead of storming in and demanding Dean join him this minute he slowly cracked the door open, cursing silently when it creaked, he just hoped those in the office didn't notice and he listened.

"So now I know all your secrets."

"Not all of them." He heard Gabriel reply clearly but in a low voice which made his eyes go wide.

His brother had secrets and Dean knew some of them. He needed to know what was going on in that room. With that he pushed the door open a little more so that he could see just what was going on in the office, though looking through the crack he had created he realised he didn't need to be as stealthy as he was being, the two men in the room only seemed to have eyes for each other. Typical. With that he pushed the door open completely and leaned against the door frame. What he heard almost made him fall down in shock. Gabriel asked Dean out. Gabriel, his brother whom he had always been pretty sure was straight, had just asked a guy out for a drink. What the fuck? At that he turned to Gabriel but instead of the dewy eyed look of someone who had just arranged a date with someone they really liked he caught a calculated look upon his brothers face, which was quickly exchanged for a smug one when Gabriel's eyes rose to Castiel's. Oh bloody hell, just what freaking game was Gabriel playing now? And was Dean aware of it? Cos the guy had seemed taken with Gabriel the last time. Not that it was any of his business what these two got up to. Gabriel could look after himself and he was sure the Dean could as well. It was not his problem, no his only problem right now was that they should be in the air rather than on the ground, with that he coughed to interrupt the two men and get Dean into the cockpit. He wanted, no needed to be in the air right now.

Castiel tried really hard to stay silent on the way to the plane but he found he couldn't.

"So you're dating my brother." He said gruffly to Dean whose head shot up. He had been in a world of his own trying to work out what had just happened in the office.

"Um, yeah it looks like that." Dean replied still not quite believing in himself. Just what was Gabriel up to?

"You do know he's straight right?" Castiel snarked at him getting his back up instantly. What was this guys problem anyway?

"Well obviously not that straight. I am most definitely all man." Dean smirked back, take that Castiel.

"Is that so?" Castiel replied turning to openly runing his eyes up and down Dean's body.

Dean saw Castiel eyes and knew there was two responses to that look, and he felt he had blushed enough to sink a small battle ship in front of this guy and as such went for the flirtatious response instead. And so taking a step closer to the other man he lowered his voice to reply.

"Oh yeah."

Castiel watched Dean move closer to him, he could feel the spark between them, which under any other circumstances Castiel would have taken full advantage of, but this guy had just agreed to go on a date with his brother. And now he was flirting with him, Just what was going on? With that he smiled up at Dean and leaned towards him as he said "Hmm, maybe I will have to find out the proof of that for myself, someday, when your not dating my straight brother."

With that Castiel turned back round and finished making his way to the plane. He was extremely confused about what was happening here. Little did he know he wasn't the only one. Dean was just as confused. Though he decided that Castiel was only flirting with him because he didn't think that he should be dating Gabriel. Maybe he didn't think he was good enough for his brother?

Dean followed Castiel and got into the plane pretty much on autopilot, it wasn't until he was strapped into the passenger seat that he suddenly remembered where he was and what he was about to do. This was not helped by Castiel speaking to him in a professional voice rather than the snarky sassy one he had got used to.

"Now how many times have you been in a plane?" Castiel asked as he flicked switches and settled his radio over his ear.

"None." Dean replied, his hands going to the side of the seat and grabbing hold for dear life as Castiel started the engine. They hadn't even moved yet and Dean just wanted to get out, now.

"Great," Castiel muttered under his breath before he continued loud enough for Dean to hear as he started taxing out of the hanger and towards the runway."Lets start at the beginning then. I'll fly this time I think don't you?"

"Okay." Dean barely managed to get out, his breathing was already coming fast as they sped up along the runway.

"Don't worry I promise not to go crazy. Wouldn't want to upset Gabriel." Castiel said turning to his passenger and taking perverse pleasure in the white face that greeted him as he pulled the plane into the air. Time to fly.

Dean couldn't breath, or he was going to be sick, he wasn't sure which but he was pretty sure that it was one of those two. He hated this, it was not natural. To be up so high, no don't think about it, just breath, breath. He refused to look out of the window, in fact he had closed his eyes. If he couldn't see that he was in the air then surely he could pretend he wasn't. Not that he was fooling himself at all but at least he could concentrate on his breathing and not puking all over the cockpit. Would sick in the dial things in front of him make the plane stop working? Would that make them crash? Oh god, oh god, he was going to die in a plane crash. Okay don't think about crashing. Its fine everything is fine. Your in baby going down a really smooth road, that's all, not flying and not in a plane.

Castiel took in the joy of being in the air, thankful that his passenger wasn't one for talking. He loved this, this freedom, and with Dean being silent he could pretend he wasn't there. After about five minutes of this silent commune with his angel he felt he should probably get on with some actual teaching. After all Dean wasn't paying him to just fly them around. Turning to address Dean, explain some things, he found himself confronted with a white face which had eyes screwed so tightly closed that it had to hurt. In fact Dean's mouth seemed to be just as closed. Oh hell, he better not be sick inside angel. With that thought he started running through what he had in the plane, suddenly remembering he had a paper bag behind his seat, moving so he could grab it he held it out to Dean, not that the other guy could see it.

"Here take this. If you throw up in angel I will kick you ass." he grunted, making Dean open his eyes a fraction and turn to the man next to him, though he didn't speak, he just grabbed the bag and put it over his mouth, using it to help his breathing while valiantly trying to keep the puke down.

"So guess your not a big flyer then." Castiel remarked as he watched Dean out of the corner of his eye as he flew the plane.

At that Dean just shook his head, though then he realised his mistake as the sick he had been keeping down suddenly came up with a vengeance, it was a good thing that he had the bag over his mouth already in his mind.

"Lovely." Castiel said sarcastically but Dean could swear he also heard amusement in the guys voice which made him glare at him as he dry heaved a few more times.

"you done now?" Castiel asked when it seemed the Dean had empted his stomach plus some into the bag, not that he expected a response from the man next to him. "So I'm turning us round and taking us back down, but it could take a few minutes so just relax okay? I'm not going to let anything happen. I'm good at this, your safe with me." he continued in a gentle voice, the kind you would use on a scared animal or child.

Though it seemed to work as Dean sat back into his chair, though Castiel wasn't sure if that was because he was more relaxed or if throwing up had taken everything out of him.

"So Dean, if you hate flying that much why you doing this?" He asked, he was confused. Surely there was no reason for Dean to put himself through this.

"Have to." Was the weak response he got from Dean. Which he had to say was an improvement, at least the guy was talking now.

"Okay, well we're on the final approach now, so not long til I have you back on solid ground." Castiel said with a reassuring smile to his passenger.

"Thanks Cas." Dean mumbled out, once again closing his eyes as the plane dipped down towards the ground. The knowledge that they were heading back to safety didn't stop his stomach churning at the descent and he really didn't think he had anything left to heave. He just wanted to get back to earth and never leave it ever again.