What about Dean and Cas as a pilot and flight attendant!!! Something cute and flirty :)
Dean is already in a pretty good mood when he gets to theairport. It’s not often anymore that he gets to go to a new destination, andsince it’s an intercontinental flight he’ll even get a couple of days’ vacationbefore he has to fly back.
He perks up even more when he gets through security andspots a familiar head of unruly hair a few feet away. The new destination andvacation are great and all, but if he’s being honest with himself, the factthat he’s flying with Cas is the real reason he’s feeling so giddy.
He speeds his pace and falls into step next to Cas ascasually as he can. “Hey, Cas, are you an air traffic controller?”
Cas doesn’t seem particularly surprised at the greeting,turning to Dean with a suspicious frown. “You know I’m a pilot.”
“‘Cause I’d like clearance to touch and go,” Dean finishestriumphantly, grinning when Cas groans.
“That one was terrible,” he tells Dean. “You need morepractice.”
“Just warming you up,” Dean says. “How about this one? I’mgonna need an oxygen mask, because you just took my breath away.”
“Terrible,” Cas repeats, but his lips twitch like he’sfighting a smile so Dean counts that one as a win.
Dean goes through take-off on autopilot, his mind busilytrying to come up with new aviation-themed pick-up lines. It’s just a stupidgame between him and Cas, really, but it’s a game he takes very seriously andplans on winning. Not that he’s sure what winning would even entail.
By the time the seatbelt signs are off, he’s stillworkshopping a couple – something about wanting Cas to inspect his cockpit? Orwould that be too filthy? – when the door to the actual cockpit open and Cassteps outside.
“We’d like some drinks,” he tells Dean.
What he probably means is ‘my copilot demanded I get him aCoke because he’s a dick and treats everyone who works with him like they’rethere to personally serve him’. But at least that means Crowley’s not out herehimself to get the Coke and hit slimily on all the flight attendants.
“Hang on.” Dean turns around, rummaging through the shelveswhere they keep the drinks. “Lemme guess, one Coke and a bottle of water?”
There’s a sudden warmth at his back and Dean freezes when herealizes that it’s Cas, pressedagainst him and hooking his chin over Dean’s shoulder like it’s the mostnatural thing in the world as he inspects the drink choices.
“I’m not sure,” he says, sounding infuriatingly calm. “MaybeI should change it up. What do you recommend?”
Dean swallows heavily, heart pounding wildly in his chest ashe strains not to lean into the warmth at his back. “To drink?”
Cas hums and he’s so close that Dean can actually feel theslightly vibration in his chest at the sound.
“Um.” Dean licks his lips. Cas leans in even closer, somehow,and puts one hand on Dean’s waist. “Sparkling water?”
For a moment, Dean swears he feels Cas’ lips brush againsthis neck, and he has to choke down a whimper. Then Cas is backing away, takingwith him that enticing warmth.
“Sounds good.”
Dean blinks. Turns around, where Cas is now standing acouple of feet away like he wasn’t just crowding Dean against the counter amoment ago. “What?”
“I’ll have the sparkling water,” Cas says. “And the Coke.”
“O-okay.” Dean wants to cuss himself out for how weak hisvoice sounds. It’s just he’s always been the aggressor in his and Cas’relationship, and this new side of Cas is throwing him for all kinds of loops.
“Thank you.”
And the bastard winks athim, before stepping back into the cockpit. Dean is left standing alone, heartstill pounding, the skin on his neck still tingling from where Cas’ lipstouched it.
Gift for @elnawen based on this AU (you won’t understand what’s below if you don’t read/click this link)
My dearest Cas,
I hope you’re doing well since you sent your last letter. I heard the bombings at the French Front haven’t been going well. I guess if a member of the Team Free Will trio had been killed I would have heard, but I’m very worried.
After months of trying to forget the “greatest betrayer of all time,” the guys in charge have finally realized I actually am loyal to my country. Perks of being the best spy; nobody trusts me. I am still frowned upon and some want me executed. The only thing that’s convinced me that I still deserve to live is reading your letters.
I have an assignment with the army nerds now. What we do is obviously classified, but you love ‘enigmas’ and I know you have the clearance. The team is full of geniuses. There is a girl named Charlie and I can barely understand what she says most of the time, exactly like Kevin. She’s a lesbian, though not openly, of course. Kevin looks like a Jap, poor boy, though I think he’s Vietnamese. We are the trash the army would like to get rid of, but they can’t because they need our talent.
I had a nightmare the other day. Not like one of the nightmares about Alistair. It was after debriefing. They told me leave, so I went to a bar for the night. When I was leaving, I was ambushed. I fought, of course, thinking they were some of Alistair’s men, because I’m sure the bastard is still tracking me down.
But they weren’t Alistair’s. One of them was my captain and when I recognized him, he told me undercover agents like me were a liability for the Allies, and I had to be executed.
I woke up screaming. I consider myself fortunate to know you and your powerful family. I am sure if you hadn’t been there to pull some strings, I would already be dead or worse - back with Alistair.
On another subject, you should find a little package with this letter. When I saw this necklace I knew it was for you. The color is just like your eyes. How sappy is this? I was told it’s a lucky charm. I guess we should put all chances on our side, right?
I am sorry this letter isn’t really happy. I feel so useless in the back, worrying for you, Sam, and Meg. I know you are all freaking gods of the sky, but the three of you are in my thoughts every day.
Please bring back my baby brother alive and well.
Come back to me, my love. I am waiting.
All my love forever,
D.
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Sam is an airline pilot, and Castiel is his favorite copilot. Dean, of course, hates to fly, but he and his partner have to escort a VIP.
In the midst of personal drama, Sam realizes they may have a problem up in the air...And it's up to him to make sure everyone lands safely.
For a reader who wanted to see TFW in a classic 80s/90s-style plane movie. Included some cameos from everyone’s favorite grumpy old men, Wayward Ladies, demons, angels, feds, thieves and hunters. Enjoy!
so i only just saw rex's tags on this post and well if you tell me not to do something obviously i'll do it so let's talk about pilot!dean...
like how the first time he went on a plane when he was little there was a storm and it was bumpy and they were flying through clouds with lightning and he already had problems with storms but coupled with the unknown of an airplane it was almost too much
but then they broke out of the storm cloud and after a little while everything smoothed out and one of the pilots invited dean and his dad to come see the cockpit and how dean was shy at first and kind of hid behind john but then john lifted him up into his arms and then dean could see out the front windows and he just
the sun was setting over the clouds below them and he'd never seen clouds like that before, and there was an anvil off to the side ahead of them all big and looming but it was so beautiful amazing and powerful and these planes could fly through that they didn't let storms stop them they could go anywhere-
years later when dean was getting his private license his favorite part about flying was still the clouds, seeing them up close and flying over them and yeah you're not supposed to fly through clouds while VFR but maybe when he was alone in the practice area he did once (and it was kind of scary after a few seconds of staring at his instruments and not being able to see anything outside so he didn't pull that one again until he had his IFR rating)
but it was more than that he found, he loved the planes, loved touching them in his walkaround, caressing the wings as he checked for dents and letting his hand rest lovingly on the cowling while he waited for his turn at the pumps
he loved the sound of the engines, loved the sound of other planes purring overhead, the whir of full power on takeoff, the hum of idle when coming in to land
he loved flying, being in control of a machine that wasn't really a machine at all to him - every time he flew it felt like the plane was an extension of himself, of his limbs, and he always felt most at home in the air
though it wasn't all bad when his time ran out and his flight came to an end, because then he got to see the man that always had a flight booked after his, with his dark windswept hair and blue eyes that rivaled the sky
Corporal Dean Winchester just transferred over to the USS Colt to keep a close eye on his newly enlisted brother, Sam. It's bad enough that Sam joined the Navy instead of the Marines like Dean and their father, but now these arrogant flyboys are getting under Dean's skin. Especially Airman Castiel Novak, the handsome pilot that can't seem to stay away from him. Destiel!
