E/O Challenge. Word TIME. Set season 4. Concerning airplanes and angels.
Something that The Tribble Master said in a review to me about sitting upon a cloud. Thank you, Tribble Master!
This is less of a drabble and more of a short story. 100 words just weren't enough. ;)
Word count: 218
Dean hated flying. But where was he? On a plane. Sam had persisted that their newest hunt had to be solved immediately and not waste a week on the road.
What he'd give to be behind the wheel of the Impala right now… It made him feel a hell of a lot safer than being thousands of feet up in the air.
"Dean, calm down. Everything's going to be fine."
Dean gripped the arms of his seat tightly. "You said that last time and look what happened!"
Sam sighed. "Last time there was a demon on the plane. Not now."
"How do you know?"
"Believe me, it's okay."
"Hmff." Like that made him feel any better. Dean pulled up the plastic window visor and looked out.
"What're you doing?"
"Looking for Cas."
Sam chuckled. "I really don't think you'll see him sitting on a cloud and strumming a harp, Dean."
"You never know!" Dean retorted. "Isn't Heaven supposed to be up here somewhere?"
"In an alternate dimension, maybe. Otherwise people would have found it by now."
"Yeah, well…whatever. Maybe he can fly me out of here before this sardine can takes a nosedive."
Sam chuckled. "You really think Angel Airlines is going to be any safer than a plane?"
"Heck yeah! Planes crash."
"And Castiel can drop you."
So very true. Review please!