tfw2.0 is taking a plane somewhere because [pick a reason, any reason] and dean is obviously scared shitless but jack is totally at ease trying to find a movie and sam is just listening to his ipod and taking a nap so cas is there to console him and hold his hand and smooch his temple until he settles down uwu
“Look, Dean! They have Brave!”
Dean clenches his jaw and does his best not to lash out at Jack because the kid is just that, a kid. And he’s trying to help - Brave is Dean’s favorite Disney movie, after all. But not even Merida and her mom are going to distract Dean from the fact that the plane is taking off.
Anyway, he can hear Sam’s easy voice behind them, distracting Jack, so Dean just focuses on breathing and not vomiting. He’s made it through humming a good chunk of Master of Puppets when he feels a hand pry his clutching fingers from the arm rest. Cas laces their fingers together and squeezes, as if giving Dean permission to break the bones in his hand.
“You’re praying” Cas tells him, calm as ever, voice close to Dean’s ear. And he’s right - Dean realizes that he’s been sort of formlessly reaching out in his mind for Cas’s steady presence. Which is silly because - “I’m right here. Don’t worry.”
Dean just grimaces and whines something out in response. The plane is shaking and Sam said that’s normal but what does Sam know?
He hears Cas hum and then he feels the point of his nose against his hairline, the press of his lips against his temple. Dean tries to breathe and just focus on that, focus on Cas and the touch of him, the feel of him close. “Almost through the worst of it,” Cas promises him. The plane shakes again and Dean’s hand tightens around Cas’s. Cas kisses him again, and turns so his far hand can cup over Dean’s knee.
“Just,” Dean breathes out, eyes still screwed closed. “Just stay close.”
