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18 October 2010 @ 04:45 pm
SPN Fic: White-Knuckling It [PG]  
meg_tdj wanted a fic about Sam and Dean taking the trip to Scotland to help save Bobby, but with them winding up on a flight based on Air India. I hate when she does that as I was compelled to write one. So I made some airlines up and went with it. It was a quick write and a quick beta, so apologies in advance if we missed some errors.

Title: White-Knuckling It
Season: Six
Category: Humor, Missing Scene
Spoilers: Through Weekend at Bobby's
Summary: It's not easy being a hunter, especially when it requires a 9 hour flight from hell.
Word Count: 1,716
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are the property of Eric Kripke and co. All other characters, the story idea and the story itself are the sole property of the author. This is for entertainment purposes only; no financial profit has been gained from this story. This story is not mean to infringe upon the rights of the above-mentioned establishments.


Dean tapped the steering wheel of the Impala as he stared into the brightly lit parking lot. Rows and rows of cars lined the lot, abandoned for God knew how long, as the roar of planes boomed above.

Their owners are never coming back that little voice told him for the umpteenth time.

Doing this for Bobby. That's what he kept telling himself. Doing this all for Bobby.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Sam slammed the trunk closed.

"Everything's secure. You ready?"

"Yeah." Dean didn't move.

Sam came into focus as he leaned over the driver's side of the Impala and peered into the window. "It's a short trip. We'll be there and back."

"A short trip?" Dean turned to him, appalled. "Nine hours is a short trip?"

Sam straightened but didn't reply.

"I'm not an idiot. I looked it up."

As soon as Bobby had mentioned needing to burn the bones in Scotland and hadn't volunteered having a trustworthy contact over there, Dean had googled the hell out of flight times. No way in hell was Metallica going to last him a full nine hours.

"After all we've been through, you're still afraid of flying."

Dean scoffed. "Hey. I'm not afraid. But nine hours! And in case you forgot, every time I'm on a plane, it goes down."

"You know that Bobby isn't contacting Crowley until we get to the cemetery. Now quit stalling."

Sam flung the driver's side door open and motioned for Dean to get out. Dean grabbed the handle and slammed it back shut. No one was going to boss him around. He could do it himself.

Ignoring Sam's impatient glare, Dean took a deep breath and opened the door. After he locked her up, Dean followed Sam toward the airport.

Dean hated airports. They always smelled new and sterile, aside from the places that smelled like booze and sex. And it was never good booze and sex.

He left the ticket buying to Sam while he scoped out the place. There was a happy couple necking in the ticket line. They wouldn't be so happy once they got on the flying death trap. Then there was the elder man behind them. Dude probably had better chances bungee jumping. And man, there were kids. Some lady had two of them, twins, over in the line diagonal from them.

Didn't any one enjoy the open road anymore?

"Here," Sam said, handing him a ticket. "I got us the fastest flight. They're boarding in ten minutes so we have to hurry."

Dean grabbed his ticket and trailed Sam as they headed toward their gate. Checking out the shops gave him enough distraction for now: magazine shops, little eateries, liquor store.

He swayed toward Steve's Spirits, when Sam grabbed his arm and gave a decisive shake of his head. "No time. Gate 12 is right here."

They headed toward Gate 12 and waited as the flight attendant started boarding. She was a pretty thing, though Dean swore he wasn't looking, and reminded him of one of the actresses from the Bollywood flicks he'd been subjected to from Lisa's artsy-fartsy cousin.

In fact, a ton of these people looked like the cast of a Bollywood film.

He glanced down at his ticket.

The ticket said Indi-Air.

"Whoa, wait," he said, grabbing Sam's shoulder. "I thought we were going to Scotland?"

"Technically, the U.K. and yes. Indi-Air has a layover in Heathrow."

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief. Asia was way, way farther, but he couldn't say he was overly pleased about any of this.

The two of them waited for their turn and boarded the plane. They were stuck behind some old lady that wouldn't get the lead out for anything in the world, and the longer they were mulling behind her, the louder the random plane noises became.

"Is it supposed to do that?"

"It's normal. You should know that by now."

"Yeah, whatever."

Sam and Dean darted out of the way of a young boy who flew past them. As they started to slow to check for their seats, Sam called over his shoulder, "Did you tell Lisa?"

Dean eyed Sam. "What? What was I supposed to say? Hi, honey, shooting off to Scotland to burn some bones? Come on."

A man gave them an odd look before he hurried away.

"Hmm. What'd she say?"

"Dinner'll be ready when we get back."

Sam nodded, but didn't comment. He just gestured to his side. "Want the window seat?"

Dean glared at him.

Sam shrugged and squeezed inside. Sometimes Dean felt his brother was like a clown getting in and out of a clown car. Dean chuckled. Clowns. He told him so.

As usual these days, Sam didn't really react. Talk about a letdown.

With a sigh, Dean collapsed into his seat and took a quick inventory of the plane. Instructions in case of a crash? Check. Light over his head? Check. Seatbelt? Check. Puke bags? Check. Unable to see out the window because of Sam's big head? Check.

"Are you done inspecting, Clouseau?

"Shut up."

He double checked and then triple checked everything again. That ate up a good five minutes.

Dean didn't have time to search for a new distraction. The people piling into the plane were starting to ease off to a trickle. That's when he noticed it. Most of the people, if not all, were Indian.

Dean leaned over and in a hushed voice whispered, "We're the cream filling in a hostess cupcake!"

"Why does that bother you? It never did before."

"It doesn't bother me. It's just we stick out like Mickey Mouse in a porn shop."

Sam jerked and made a face. "That's really not something I wanted to think about."

"I'm just saying we stand out."

"Dean, it's no big deal. Why are you so self-conscious? At least there isn't a demon on this flight."

"You just had to jinx it, didn't you?" He shrunk down lower into his seat. "Why can't Bobby have a crisis in the States? No, he has to go global."

Sam folded his hands in his lap and leaned over, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. "I know what this is. You don't want to stand out when you end up having a meltdown once the plane starts."

"I'm not going to have a meltdown." Dean glanced over to the pocket in front of Sam's knees and grabbed the barf bag, before turning to his right and eying the seat of the woman who was sitting there. "Hey, you gonna use that?"

She frowned but gave him the bag. Dean added it to his collection as he started to snag more. Sam didn't comment, but kept shaking his head the whole time.

It wasn't long before everyone was seated and the pilot was making announcements in a voice way more cheerful than normal. Dean made sure he was secure in his seat, and when the flight attendant started her spiel about safety precautions, he hung on every word. One couldn't be too careful.

When she was finished and took a seat, he stared at the "fasten seatbelt" sign that flashed at the front of the plane for a few minutes. Beneath him, Dean could feel the plane start to move. He thought maybe he made a whimpering sound, but he was going to just convince himself he'd done it in his head.


"Shh." He closed his eyes and grabbed onto the arms of his seat. He hummed a few songs to help him get by and when he exhausted that, he sent a little mental prayer to Castiel that he'd better make sure the plane stayed in the air or else he and Sam would come haunt his ass in Heaven. By the time he was finished, he realized Sam was shaking his shoulder.

"What? I'm concentrating."

"We're in the air, you know," Sam said. "And the flight attendant has been asking you for several minutes what you want to eat."

"Food?" He looked over to the tray in the aisle and caught a whiff of curry.

His stomach did a sudden somersault. Oh no.

Dean fumbled for the nearest bag and said goodbye to that bagel he'd had earlier. And the candy bar. And whatever the hell else that was.

Sam winced. "Nevermind," he told the flight attendant. "We're not hungry."

Dean slumped in his seat and played with the plastic utensils that the flight attendant had left behind. He stopped on the fork, pausing to test to the sharpness of the edges. Beside him, Sam raised his eyebrows, but Dean just ignored him. He needed to have something. He felt so naked without his gun.

The rest of the flight proved to be more of the same. Sam had offered to buy him a drink, but he'd refused. Big Shot was already enjoying this way too much. No way was he going to get the last laugh. Dean could make it through sober.

He closed his eyes for a while and thought about Lisa and Ben, the open road, home, and sometimes of the way things used to be. The way Sam used to be. Again, he felt Sam shaking him.

"We're here, and you survived. Coming back should be a piece of a cake."

Dean moaned at the thought of cake and grabbed his last puke bag.

Doing this for Bobby. Doing this all for Bobby.

And it was worth every moment.
Current Mood: dorkydorky
Michelle: eh? sam/deanseramercury on October 18th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
Awww poor Dean! I loved this!! Oh and Sam's non-reaction to clown thing.... that's just creepy in and of itself! XD
Working for the Mandroid: Carside SamDeanmoonshayde on October 18th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
A.: dean sadvella_amor_dm on October 19th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)
awww poor Dean <3 the thedy should have given us a snippet of Dean on the plane. i can totally see your fic happening in the show :)
Working for the Mandroid: Dean Facemoonshayde on October 20th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
I have a big thing for Dean's fear of flying. I'm glad they remembered it :)

jessm78jessm78 on October 19th, 2010 05:46 pm (UTC)
That was great! As I was watching the episode I was wondering how Dean took that flight. Poor guy.

He closed his eyes for a while and thought about Lisa and Ben, the open road, home, and sometimes of the way things used to be. The way Sam used to be.

Awwwww. :(

You did a great job with this!
Working for the Mandroid: Winchestersmoonshayde on October 20th, 2010 12:51 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading it!
Meghan: good timespeach_megumi on October 20th, 2010 10:16 pm (UTC)
:-) This was a perfect fill-in. Poor Dean.
Working for the Mandroid: You're Awesomemoonshayde on October 28th, 2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
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Working for the Mandroid: Touched Deanmoonshayde on October 28th, 2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Agent 1.3: SN-ontheroadllywela13 on October 28th, 2010 12:39 pm (UTC)
Cute fic, thanks for sharing!

One minor niggle: schpeal is actually spelled 'spiel'.
Working for the Mandroid: Walk Togethermoonshayde on October 28th, 2010 12:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading!

And thanks for the correction. Something always slips by even with the best betas :)
Alex: SPN Dean Sam hugdragonlit on October 28th, 2010 01:10 pm (UTC)
Nice! I was almost expecting a bomb threat but it was just fine without.:) Poor Dean particularly his musings on the way things used to be with his brother. *sniff*
Working for the Mandroid: With Style (Winchesters)moonshayde on October 28th, 2010 02:14 pm (UTC)
Mizramizra on October 28th, 2010 01:45 pm (UTC)
I loved this! Great way to show Dean and his aversion to flying. I love the bit about praying to Cas and his missing 'old Sam'.
Great job!
Working for the Mandroid: Castiel Trenchcoatmoonshayde on October 28th, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)
I love Dean's issue with flying. I would love to see more of it!

Thanks for reading :)
dragonfly_sg1: manly hugdragonfly_sg1 on October 28th, 2010 02:47 pm (UTC)
*laughs* Adorable! Loved this. Thanks!
Working for the Mandroid: crossroadsmoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:18 pm (UTC)
twirlycurlstwirlycurls on October 28th, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
I so wish the show had given us at least a snippet of the flight. Thank you for this, it was great.

With a sigh, Dean collapsed into his seat and took a quick inventory of the plane. Instructions in case of a crash? Check. Light over his head? Check. Seatbelt? Check. Puke bags? Check. Unable to see out the window because of Sam's big head? Check.
THIS made me giggle madly. :)
Working for the Mandroid: Dean Light Closeupmoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad that you enjoyed reading it :)
borgmama1of5borgmama1of5 on October 28th, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)
I was waiting for someone to write this!

Poor Dean.
Working for the Mandroid: Carside SamDeanmoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:18 pm (UTC)
Great! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)
Caroline: SPN - sad/pain/loss/etcdawnintheforest on October 28th, 2010 05:28 pm (UTC)
Yay, exactly the type of coda I've been looking for. This scene!
Working for the Mandroid: No Harshingmoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:17 pm (UTC)
Keln0teworthy on October 28th, 2010 07:34 pm (UTC)
Dean and his flying fear~ I loved it. This was a perfect little piece. :)
Working for the Mandroid: Dean Facemoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:17 pm (UTC)
I love Dean and his fear of flying. Thanks for reading!
hollieciccone on October 29th, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
That was awesome!!
Working for the Mandroid: Jackpotmoonshayde on October 29th, 2010 12:17 pm (UTC)
labseraphlabseraph on October 29th, 2010 03:12 pm (UTC)
I love this! Gonna take it as a missing scene, thank you very much.

*chortles at Dean's antics*
Working for the Mandroid: Arrestedmoonshayde on November 20th, 2010 06:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you like it :)