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