#scared dean

Your foot was tapping against the floor of the airplane. You felt physically sick as you clutched the barf bag in your hand.

To distract yourself you turned your attention to Dean, the look in his olive green eyes might have amused you if you didn’t feel the exact same as him.

“Dean,” you muttered, “Take a deep breath, we’ve barely been in the air ten minutes,”

Dean let out a breath, his fingers clutching the arm rests to his left and right, he turned to you, trying to brave a smile.

“I’m fine.” He said, although the squeaky tone of his voice said otherwise.

You swallowed, a bit of turbulence hit and your hand shot to Deans, clutching into his skin, your fingernails piercing his flesh.

This of course didn’t help Dean any with his unease. He just cringed as you released him, pulling your hand back.

“Sorry,” You muttered, biting your lip as you looked at your lovely boyfriend.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, every bad scenario running through your head. Anything that could possibly go wrong right down to the most minute thing causing the worst kind of problems.

You swallowed, turning back to Dean. You could see he was trying to relax himself, but to no avail. Gently, you took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re fine,” you said softly, “We’re okay, we’re just… thousands of miles in the air, and if one small thing goes wrong we’ll all die.” You had no idea where that came from, but wow it did NOT help.

“Not helping, Amanda.” Dean muttered through gritted teeth,

“Sorry.” You muttered, this time you were the one who’s voice went about as high as the plane you were in.

When Dean recognized the state you were in he couldn’t help himself. He hated seeing you bothered or upset, even when he was terrified in one of these flying death machines.

“Hey,” He gently squeezed your hand, “Look… we’ll be fine. It’s just a plane right? I mean… how many of these go well? A lot more than have gone wrong.” He nervously talked through his fears, just wanting to see you more relaxed.

His heart was beating against his chest, he was still scared, but as he carefully distracted and comforted you, he began to ease up.

It wasn’t too long before he had you smiling again, and that’s just what he wanted.

By the time the plane landed you were both still a little unsettled, but after eight hours on a damn plane the only thing you really focused on was being with Dean.