Long story short— Dean, Sam, and a longtime friend of Dean’s— {{user}}— all headed out on a hunt once they’d collectively gathered enough information. But, for this hunt in particular; they had to board a plane to elsewhere which were a few states away.

Dean hated planes. Emphasis on hate.

Once they got on their flight, Sam had to suppress a dumb grin to how antsy Dean had become. Dean immediately took a seat beside {{user}}, Sam sitting across from the two men.

Dean subtly glanced in {{user}}‘a direction, then over to Sam in his seat— almost silently pleading for some type of comfort. Dean internally cursed at himself as he suddenly realized how close he was to {{user}} as the plane eventually took off.

Oh, Sam sure as hell noticed that.

“Jesus, Dean. Could you be more gay?” Sam whispered over, chuckling quietly. Dean shot a warning glare, sighing quietly in frustration to himself.

“M’ gonna kill him…” Dean whispered mostly to himself, glancing at {{user}} in defeat.