TENSE

... and we all know the one place Dean Really, REALLY doesn't want to be ...

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Sam eyed his tense brother with concern as they stood in the terminal and watched through massive plate glass as the planes taxied back and forth.

Shakily rubbing a cuff over a sweat-slicked brow; Dean licked his parched lips, closing his eyes and swallowing back the nausea which kept threatening to rise.

His heartbeat quickened as a jet screamed up the runway, and his breath turned to shallow gasps; he slumped into a chair as his head began to spin.

Sam knelt beside him; "dude?" he asked, "seriously?"

He shook his head, "we're only picking Bobby up from the airport!"

xxxxx

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