"Seriously," Jet mumbled for the thousandth time and Sam was ready to smack him one.

"Yes, seriously." He looked at his bitchy boyfriend as calmly as he could muster, not that it worked all that well. "We need to wait for a while before our flight leaves, there's no point in getting a hotel to sit at and we already went through all the boarding crap. Do you really want to leave now?"

"It's like 8 more hours!" Jet proclaimed dramatically and Sam fought the urge to shove him out of his seat.

"It's only 6 more hours, just chill." Sam knew that Jet didn't do well with sitting still for long periods of time that didn't involve a TV but it was starting to get ridiculous. "Watch YouTube videos or something."

"My phone's dead."

"Then charge it."

"That's a great idea, why didn't I think of that?" Jet drawled angrily and dropped a glare Sam's way, "Except wait, I did think of that! And I can't because my shitty charger is in my shitty boxes in Dean's shitty fucking car!"

"Chill," Sam said again and could swear he saw fire in Jet's eyes. "Jet, it's okay. Try to relax, you'll just hurt yourself."

Jet fumed and went right back to slumping in his chair, uncomfortably shifting and trying to find a spot that didn't annoy him. Sam hoped that was the last of the rage but he knew Jet, and he knew that it was a long shot dream. Maybe Nikki could've calmed him down, except she knew better than to start the boarding process that early on. She'd stayed back and went to get a few things for their wait, Sam silently hoped she'd appear.

Then again, Jet was his boyfriend and he should be taking care of moments like that. Jet didn't always throw that kind of a fit when he just had to sit and wait, sometimes he'd get mad but that was only when it was someone else's fault. He was one of the ones who decided to just go inside and wait, so why was he so pissed off?

Instead of ignoring Jet's mood Sam tried to pay attention to it, see what was going on. After all he wasn't really being given any peace of mind to read. Charlie was walking around with Michael so it was just the two of them. Sam did his best to watch Jet without being too noticeable, he didn't want to get another angry look.

At first nothing seemed all that out of place for Jet's pissy behaviour, he was doing exactly what he'd do if he were that upset. The problem was that Sam couldn't see what the hell was causing it. He stared a little more obviously when Jet seemed to be absently looking around. Jet didn't shift around too much but when he did he was suddenly uncomfortable again, like the agitation was starting all over. Sam furrowed his brow and watched the way Jet favoured his injured arm.

Of course. Sam dragged his hand down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, he felt really stupid. "Jet," he caught Jet's eye and sighed heavily, "I'm really sorry I didn't notice."

Jet faltered for a second, "Don't worry about it."

"If you need painkillers or something we can get them, I'll call your mom." Sam took out his phone despite Jet's protests and dialed Nikki's number.

"C'mon, I'll be fine until we get to California." Jet's tone lost its edge though, he shifted in his chair again and tried to move his arm in a way that wouldn't hurt. "Don't bother her."

"It's not bothering her," Sam said just before the call went through, "Hey Nikki, it's Sam."

"Oh, hey Sam. I'm just heading back to the airport."

"Could you stop at a drugstore and get something for Jet? His arm's hurting pretty bad."

"Yeah, I'll make a pit stop on the way. Thanks for letting me know."

"You know him," Sam smirked and glanced at his boyfriend who was still pouting but it looked like he'd lightened up a little. He finished the conversation with Nikki and leaned over to kiss Jet's cheek, "It's okay to need painkillers, you dork."

Jet leaned into the kiss and turned his head to get one on the lips too. "I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," he admitted with a heavy exhale, "Sorry."

Sam smiled, knowing full well that Jet's pride would be the death of him some day. He'd probably let himself bleed to death somewhere he could absolutely get help, but he'd probably want to act like it was all cool when anyone else was looking. "I love you," Sam whispered and kissed him again. "Even though you're really dumb sometimes."

Jet laughed and brushed his cheek roughly against Sam's, "I love you too, even if you're mean sometimes."

"Turns out we're crazy early," Charlie stated the obvious as she dropped onto the bench over. She sighed and dropped her head back, "I'm gonna nap here."

"Good luck with that," Michael sat down as well and cracked a book he'd gotten from the gift shop. "Why don't we go and buy ourselves a private jet if you're so anxious?"

"We could," Jet mused and Sam rolled his eyes.

"We're already taking first class, we don't need a jet."

"We always need a Jet." Jet wiggled his eyebrows and Sam put his palm against Jet's forehead to hide it. "Tough crowd."

"You're such a loser," Charlie laughed and rolled her head to look at them.

"A loser that's paying for your flight," Jet grinned, putting on a better face for the moment but Sam could still see how fidgety he was. Jet couldn't sit still at all, he moved his left arm as much as he could and hated himself for it every moment. He tried to walk around a little and shake it off but that didn't work either. Not moving didn't help, it just seemed to throb and slowly drag Jet's mood down with it. Sam felt awful just watching, he wished he could've done more besides just calling Nikki.

However she was the one with the medication and once she made it through security and the random searches, she was free to hand it over. It took her another two hours to finally get to them, an angry look on her face and a guard right next to her.

"See that boy there?" Nikki looked at the guard with a familiar rage face that made Sam glance down at Jet. "Yeah, see that bandage on him? These are for him you giant buffoon!"

Jet got up and walked over, "Mom what the hell took so long? I've been dying, gimme those." He didn't give the guard a second glance and snatched the bottle. It took about a second for him to realize he couldn't open it himself and begrudgingly handed it back to Nikki. Normally she'd give him hell for talking to her like that and just stealing items from her hands, however she was aware of the fact that he was hurting. Irritable was just an expected mode for Jet at that point.

Sam wasn't sure what to say as he watched Nikki argue with security about why she had medication that strong with her on the plane. He didn't want to get involved, really. She seemed to be handling it, and the guard looked a little ashamed for assuming she lied about having a son who was missing an arm. After a few moments the guard apologized and let her move on without any more hassling.

"How'd you get him to leave you alone?" Jet asked as he leaned back tiredly, he'd taken the pills he needed so his irritation would go down. Or at least Sam hoped, anyway.

"I showed him my first class ticket," Nikki sat down next to him and touched the back of her hand to his forehead. Jet didn't make a move to stop her, Sam knew Nikki to be over protective so he didn't question it either. She didn't seem upset by anything, she just brushed Jet's hair back to where it was and kissed the top of his head.

Sam smiled and looked down at his book. He didn't read the words, he couldn't bring himself to focus on them. He imagined what it might've been like if his mom was still there with him, would she be sitting with him at the airport or would she be helping Dean and taking the road trip with him? If he had lost his arm would his mom try and take care of him like that?

While his mind wandered he was suddenly started when someone touched his forehead. He looked up to see Nikki checking on him too, he was at a loss for words.

"You've been on that page for like five minutes," she told him after stepping back again, "You feeling okay, sweetheart?"

Sam felt tears welling up but managed to keep them from going anywhere else. "Yeah," he laughed softly and put the book down. "Guess I'm a little tired."

"Waiting will do that to you," Nikki smiled and gave him a granola bar from her purse. "You're probably hungry too."

Sam took it and looked at Jet who was also eating one, watching Sam silently right back. "I remember you and Dean both had these in your pockets that day."

Jet lit up and nodded, his mouth full and stopping him from speaking for a few seconds. "Totally, and Cas couldn't unwrap it."

"He was pretty frustrated." Sam smirked and looked at the bar again. It was hard to believe that was only a few months back. Heck, it was hard to believe graduating high school wasn't the craziest thing that happened to him in those months.

"You are tired," Jet moved closer and put his arm around Sam. A kiss or two was shared between them, Sam couldn't be sure when the first ended or if it did at all and they just kept going. He ended up just leaning against Jet and nodding off after that, he stopped fighting the exhaustion of moving and worrying about his boyfriend. His mind circled back around to Desirae and how she called him dad; that kept him up a little but he couldn't get a clear thought on it.

Jet was her official dad on paper, but Sam was close enough to be labelled the same. Part of him was scared. A lot of him was scared, but that didn't matter because that wasn't what he needed to be. Another part of him was excited, he could be a father to such an interesting child. She'd become something amazing and he could play a part in that.

Sam wasn't sure what he was thinking about anymore but that didn't matter for very long, their flight was leaving shortly.

Everyone piled into their seats, none of them had ever flown first class so it was a pretty exciting experience. Sam couldn't believe what a difference it made, but there they were in their own seats with amazing cushions and personal TVs. Sam slid into his spot and just let himself melt there. Jet was in the closest seat to him and he could hear the relieved sigh as Jet did the same thing he did.

"It's nice," Sam muttered and heard a few chuckles from the others.

"Dean really missed out," Charlie settled into her place and turned on the TV, "I mean, the airport sucks but this is totally worth it."

"Gonna be a comfortable few hours," Nikki agreed, "I don't think I've ever had a great flight in my life, this'll be a nice change."

"I kinda wish Rae could've enjoyed it," Jet mumbled to himself and Sam felt the little twang of guilt that left.

"Next time," he reassured, sitting upright so he could see Jet. "She'll get out into the world and you'll be right there with her when she takes her first first class flight."

Jet smiled at the thought and nodded, "Thanks, babe."

"Anytime." Sam returned the smile and leaned back again. He was looking forward to getting to LA and seeing the possible new homes they'd narrowed the list to. He couldn't wait to officially move in and get on with his life. Post-secondary school in California, helping Jet raise Desirae, and watching how Cas' life would change were just the beginning of it.