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Title: A Little Extra Help
Fandom:Supernatural
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: Set during 104, Phantom Traveler. Dean panics while Sam laughs.
Warnings: None ♥
Notes: I don't even know how this happened.
Dean is not quite sure how he ended up here.
Of course, he knew, and he cursed his brother for every second of this torture, fingernails digging into the armrests.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, he was going to die, he just knew it, he was going to die and it was all Sam’s fault and he wanted to kill his brother but he remembered that the whole reason they were here was to stop the plane from crashing, but, you know, from the way the plane was shaking, Dean was pretty sure it didn’t need any demon’s help to crash.
And if they stopped the demon and some incompetent crewmember ended up getting them killed anyway, oooh, Sam was going to pay.
What was he supposed to do? The people in this plane meant nothing to him on a personal level, and, yeah, the guilt would probably eat away at him for a while before he got over it (because getting over it was a necessary survival skill in Dean’s line of work) but Sam just had to do something. Without the third option of screw those guys and let’s go get a burger, Dean hadn’t really had a choice at all.
There was no way he was going to leave his little brother alone to fend off demons, especially when it had been Dean who had dragged him back into this life in the first place.
And so, here he found himself, feeling closer to death than he probably ever had, and that was saying a lot, he’d like to point out.
His fingers started moving nervously, scraping as if to get a better hold on the seat, like even if the plane went down, as long as Dean could just hold on to the seat he would be fine.
He didn’t even notice the Metallica coming from his tightly pressed lips until Sam mentioned it.
Sam made the smuggest face Dean had ever seen and he swore that if Sam started laughing right now he’d punch him in the face and go sit with someone else.
But Sam didn’t laugh. Smile firmly in place, Sam slipped his hand around Dean’s and stroked comforting circles with his thumb. Dean looked down and froze, fully prepared to jerk his hand back and insult away any awkwardness in the situation. He hesitated, though, and was astonished to find his chest wash with relief at Sam’s confidence.
Instead of moving his hand away, Dean brought his other hand up to smack his brother in the head.
“Idiot. Why didn’t you do that earlier?”
Fandom:Supernatural
Pairing: Wincest
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, fluff
Summary: Set during 104, Phantom Traveler. Dean panics while Sam laughs.
Warnings: None ♥
Notes: I don't even know how this happened.
Dean is not quite sure how he ended up here.
Of course, he knew, and he cursed his brother for every second of this torture, fingernails digging into the armrests.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, he was going to die, he just knew it, he was going to die and it was all Sam’s fault and he wanted to kill his brother but he remembered that the whole reason they were here was to stop the plane from crashing, but, you know, from the way the plane was shaking, Dean was pretty sure it didn’t need any demon’s help to crash.
And if they stopped the demon and some incompetent crewmember ended up getting them killed anyway, oooh, Sam was going to pay.
What was he supposed to do? The people in this plane meant nothing to him on a personal level, and, yeah, the guilt would probably eat away at him for a while before he got over it (because getting over it was a necessary survival skill in Dean’s line of work) but Sam just had to do something. Without the third option of screw those guys and let’s go get a burger, Dean hadn’t really had a choice at all.
There was no way he was going to leave his little brother alone to fend off demons, especially when it had been Dean who had dragged him back into this life in the first place.
And so, here he found himself, feeling closer to death than he probably ever had, and that was saying a lot, he’d like to point out.
His fingers started moving nervously, scraping as if to get a better hold on the seat, like even if the plane went down, as long as Dean could just hold on to the seat he would be fine.
He didn’t even notice the Metallica coming from his tightly pressed lips until Sam mentioned it.
Sam made the smuggest face Dean had ever seen and he swore that if Sam started laughing right now he’d punch him in the face and go sit with someone else.
But Sam didn’t laugh. Smile firmly in place, Sam slipped his hand around Dean’s and stroked comforting circles with his thumb. Dean looked down and froze, fully prepared to jerk his hand back and insult away any awkwardness in the situation. He hesitated, though, and was astonished to find his chest wash with relief at Sam’s confidence.
Instead of moving his hand away, Dean brought his other hand up to smack his brother in the head.
“Idiot. Why didn’t you do that earlier?”
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