Fic: If Man Were Meant to Fly (1/1)
Fic: If Man Were Meant to Fly (1/1)
Summary: Sometimes flying is better than the alternative.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Written for the challenge at spn_twisted. Challenge#1, Round#2. Prompt: Public transportation.
“What do you mean, you want to take a plane?” Sam stared at Dean with narrowed eyes.
Dean frowned, and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “Can we just, not talk about this?”
Sam sighed, and gave Dean that watery-eyed puppy look. Dean threw up his hands, and turned back to cataloging weapons in the Impala's trunk. They'd been driving hell-bent for Tucumcari, Arizona when Chloe called them with a demon problem. She needed them to shag ass to Fort Lauderdale. And even with the way Dean drove, they'd never make it on time.
“Dean - you hate flying, remember?”
Dean ignored his brother, and instead focused on what they'd need for the upcoming job. Scatter gun, rock salt, holy water, key-of-Solomon.
“And how do you plan on getting firearms past airport security, anyway?” Sam threw his arms out to the sides.
“Dude! Enough already!” Dean slammed the trunk and turned to Sam. “I don't care how safe Chloe says it is, I'm not going to let Clark carry us there!”
“He's been flying for years, Dean.”
“It's un-natural, Sam. If dudes were supposed to fly, we would have been born with wings.”
“Technically, he's not an Earth dude. Chloe says he's an alien.”
“And that makes it so much better,” Dean's own mouth twisted in a frown.
“Chloe thought you might say that. Which was why she suggested the alternative.”
“Which just sucks Hoovers.”
Sam shook his head. “I thought you liked Wonder Woman.”
He shut his eyes, and grinned. What red-blooded American male wouldn't appreciate a six-foot-seven, Amazon princess who fought crime in a bathing suit?
“Didn't you say she was hot?”
“Yeah,” Dean said.
“So what's the problem?”
“Sam - I am not flying in a freakin' invisible jet.”
“It's not the Superman express. And it's probably safer than commercial airlines anyway.”
“Sam, it's freakin' invisible. I wouldn't care if it was a car. I still wouldn't ride in it because it's freakin' invisible.”
Sam shook his head and grinned.
“Oh shut up!” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.
“Tell you what,” Sam said. “If you want to fly an airbus, that's fine. I'll take the guns, and ride in the invisible jet with the Amazon, and meet you there.”
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “Fine.”
***
Sam was waiting for Dean at the terminal when they finally let him off that airborne death trap. He scowled at his baby brother as he walked through the gate. Gigantor would have the nerve to smile like Miss America after getting to ride cross country with an Amazon. He bet Sam could even stretch out, considering that he was almost as tall as she was.
Sam grinned a toothy grin at him.
“What?” Dean said.
In response, he pointed to a spot on Dean's shirt. “Is that barf?”
Dean groaned in frustration, and stripped off his outermost shirt. “I sat next to a mom with a baby in her lap. Is that even legal?”
“Sadly, yes. If she carries the kid, she doesn't have to pay for an extra seat.”
“That's messed up,” Dean said.
“So how was the trip?” Sam asked.
“Shut up.”
Summary: Sometimes flying is better than the alternative.
Author: pen37
Beta: Strangevisitor7
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/DCU
Characters: Sam, Dean
Rating: G
Written for the challenge at spn_twisted. Challenge#1, Round#2. Prompt: Public transportation.
“What do you mean, you want to take a plane?” Sam stared at Dean with narrowed eyes.
Dean frowned, and shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “Can we just, not talk about this?”
Sam sighed, and gave Dean that watery-eyed puppy look. Dean threw up his hands, and turned back to cataloging weapons in the Impala's trunk. They'd been driving hell-bent for Tucumcari, Arizona when Chloe called them with a demon problem. She needed them to shag ass to Fort Lauderdale. And even with the way Dean drove, they'd never make it on time.
“Dean - you hate flying, remember?”
Dean ignored his brother, and instead focused on what they'd need for the upcoming job. Scatter gun, rock salt, holy water, key-of-Solomon.
“And how do you plan on getting firearms past airport security, anyway?” Sam threw his arms out to the sides.
“Dude! Enough already!” Dean slammed the trunk and turned to Sam. “I don't care how safe Chloe says it is, I'm not going to let Clark carry us there!”
“He's been flying for years, Dean.”
“It's un-natural, Sam. If dudes were supposed to fly, we would have been born with wings.”
“Technically, he's not an Earth dude. Chloe says he's an alien.”
“And that makes it so much better,” Dean's own mouth twisted in a frown.
“Chloe thought you might say that. Which was why she suggested the alternative.”
“Which just sucks Hoovers.”
Sam shook his head. “I thought you liked Wonder Woman.”
He shut his eyes, and grinned. What red-blooded American male wouldn't appreciate a six-foot-seven, Amazon princess who fought crime in a bathing suit?
“Didn't you say she was hot?”
“Yeah,” Dean said.
“So what's the problem?”
“Sam - I am not flying in a freakin' invisible jet.”
“It's not the Superman express. And it's probably safer than commercial airlines anyway.”
“Sam, it's freakin' invisible. I wouldn't care if it was a car. I still wouldn't ride in it because it's freakin' invisible.”
Sam shook his head and grinned.
“Oh shut up!” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.
“Tell you what,” Sam said. “If you want to fly an airbus, that's fine. I'll take the guns, and ride in the invisible jet with the Amazon, and meet you there.”
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “Fine.”
***
Sam was waiting for Dean at the terminal when they finally let him off that airborne death trap. He scowled at his baby brother as he walked through the gate. Gigantor would have the nerve to smile like Miss America after getting to ride cross country with an Amazon. He bet Sam could even stretch out, considering that he was almost as tall as she was.
Sam grinned a toothy grin at him.
“What?” Dean said.
In response, he pointed to a spot on Dean's shirt. “Is that barf?”
Dean groaned in frustration, and stripped off his outermost shirt. “I sat next to a mom with a baby in her lap. Is that even legal?”
“Sadly, yes. If she carries the kid, she doesn't have to pay for an extra seat.”
“That's messed up,” Dean said.
“So how was the trip?” Sam asked.
“Shut up.”