Protective Love

Chapter 7. Trouble in the Plane

I slowly drink my orange juice, leaning forward to stare out the window. I love flying, but I hate the boredom that comes when you're patiently waiting to arrive at your destination. I am leaning over Dean's lap so I can look at the rampers working on the plane, loading all the bags onto the plane's pit, even though it's hard to see since I also have to try to look over an old couple sitting behind us, with the entire row to themselves! I am a little jealous of them. I noticed the rampers had finished loading the bags and were now standing around talking to each other with big ear covers that look like giant headphones on. Dean's hand starts to caress my hair as he relaxes his arm on top of my upper back.

"Come on baby, sit up please." Dean taps on my back to get my attention.
I sit up and he buckles my seatbelt and tightens the strap. I just glare at him, the strap always bothers me, even the car seat belts bother me! They tighten up on your stomach and that turns uncomfortable. Dean chuckles at me and turns to sit upright in his own seat.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard flight 680 services to Flagstaff, Arizona. We will arrive around 10:45am. Please sit back and relax, our flight attendants will be available for your every need. Thank you." The captain's voice sounded off.
Wow, a four and a half hour flight, this is going to be fun, note the sarcasm. I turned to Dean and start to whine, "Deaannn, my throat!"
He looks at me with a worried expression and hands me a cough drop.
"No! I don't need that!" I whine.
Dean doesn't say anything to me, instead he gives me a look that tells me to 'shut up and listen'. Not wanting any attention drawn to me, I grab the cough drop forcefully and plop it into my mouth.
"Watch it." Dean growls. I just give him a bitchy glare and sit back into my seat since the plane has started to move. William covers me up with a blanket and sits back in his own seat.

I admit it, I am exhausted, but you know when you're so tired that you're magically not tired? but instead you're really hyper? yeah..that's me right now. It has been only twenty-five minutes into the flight and I am sick of watching this stupid show 'Seinfeld' that is playing on the airplane's television. Like, come on people we are in the twenty-first century! I rip off my headphones, unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up, desperately needing to stretch my legs. William is sleeping next to me and Dean is glued to his tv screen, watching the news or something. I try to sneak past him, but it's kind of hard when you have to stand up and that already grabs somebody's attention in of itself, not to mention that William's legs are spread out so I would have to climb over them like a jungle gym!
Dean grabs my arm before I could move any further from my spot and says in a deep and scary voice, "Sit down."
"Dean! I need to use the potty." I start doing the 'potty dance' and he quickly lets me go, giving out a loud 'humph' he roughly takes his earphones off and stands up.
"Come on brother! I can walk to the potty room by myself in the airplane." Dean stares at me for a second, nods his head and sits back down, putting his headphones back on to continue watching the news.
Yes! I lied perfectly! There is this really cute guy sitting in the coach and I really want to go see him. I noticed him when Cody and I were wandering the airport store and when we were on the plane, he passed by me and gave me a wink. Dean has his eyes on me as I make my way to the bathroom located right in front of us, but to my luck it is being used! I shrug my shoulders and point at the 'used' light so Dean can see and only receive an eye roll from him. I make my way towards the back of the airplane until Dean's voice catches me from moving any further than our row.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"I really need to go Dean!" I hissed.
"Can't you hold it in?"
"No!" I whisper-yell.
Dean nods his head and waves his hand at me, indicating that I can go. I turn and walk down the aisle slowly, trying to find this cute boy. Much to my dismay I found him close to the back of the plane. At least there is barely anyone back here. I walk up to him and he catches my eyes. I pretend to be waiting for the bathroom as this one is also being used. Thankfully he is sitting three rows in front of the bathrooms.
An angelic voice startles me, "Hey beautiful. I see you got my message." He winks at the end.
I jumped a little, too deep in my mind to realize I came back here just to see him. I did not expect to talk to him! I have a boyfriend! A girl can still look can't she?!
I blush but act clueless, "Excuse me, what message? I'm here in the bathroom." I say and point to the bathroom in front of me.
"Darling, I know you did not just come to the bathrooms in the back of the plane while you're in first class." I get an eye roll from him and a deep, sexy chuckle.
"Uhm, yes I did. The bathrooms up there are used."
He stands up and walks closer to me, whispering in my ear, "Well, whatever reason made you come back here, I'm glad you did. You're very sexy." He winks his eyes at me and starts to drop his gaze, checking me out.
"I-I have a boyfriend." My voice comes out frail and shaky, damn it why can't I build up the confidence to stay strong?
"Oh. Well that hasn't stopped me before." He winks again.
I think there's something wrong with his eye? Before I can get a word out, the bathroom door opens and an older woman walks out. She eyes us both with a look that practically screams 'I HEARD YOU!' and I blush as I turn and escape into the bathroom. I lock the door and turn on the faucet, splashing my face with cold water and stare at myself in the mirror.
"You had to come back here didn't you? You couldn't just walk the aisle of first class like everyone else!" I grab some paper towels and start to dry my face. "I can't believe that I did that! What will Chris say when I tell him? Should I tell him?" I flush the toilet to make it seem as if I did use the bathroom and to kill more time I start to wash my hands. "I can decide that later. What will I do now? I need to stay strong and not act scared around him! He's not that attractive, especially after what he just said. 'That hasn't stopped me before'? What does that even mean?" I whisper the last part to myself as I unlock the bathroom door to find him waiting for me, leaning against the back of the empty row of seats.
"Sit with me."
I stare at him in confusion and try to say something, anything, but his words caught me so off guard that I am speechless! He takes that as a yes and grabs my hand and gently leads me to his row which he has to himself. Before sitting down I look down the aisle and don't seem to notice any of my brothers, specifically Dean. I take that as a good sign and follow this boy to his seat. I sit down on the aisle seat, good for me to escape, and he sits down in the middle seat.
"You're very beautiful. Tell me, have you ever made out on an airplane before?"
Is this boy, a little bit older than me, asking me to make out with him? That's when I find my courage and get angry, "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?! I don't even know your name!"
"It's Iterial and your Vi?"
My eyebrow goes up, you know just like how my brothers' do when I say something to them that makes them mad? I guess I inherited it too! "I'm no whore girl that you can come up to and make out because your bored as fuck on an airplane! Who do you think I am?!" My voice goes up a couple octaves and catches the attention of a few people around us. I'm a little scared that he knows my name without me even telling him anything.
Iterial seems to notice also and he immediately throws his arms in the air, almost like he's surrendering to me. "Whoaa there tiger, calm down! You're cute and all but I ain't no man whore either."
"hahaha, sure it seems like it." I find this guy comical, asking me to make out and then saying he's not a man whore?
Iterial got angry just then when I laughed at him, his face went from flirtatious to angry in two seconds, "Fine. Be a bitch. God woman these days can't take a fucking hint."
Oh no he did not just call me a bitch! I ball my hand into a fist and punch him right on his nose. Blood explodes everywhere and he grabs it while it is gushing out yelling, "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
He climbs over me and runs to the restroom to stop his nose from bleeding. Everybody is staring at me and it looks like the flight attendant has heard everything. She is marching towards me with a very angry and determined look on her face. I take a closer look as she approaches from the first class section and realize that that is the flight attendant who gave me my orange juice and flirted with William! She gently leads me back to my brothers by my elbow and once we arrive at my row, William still asleep with earplugs and a night mask on, Dean looks up from his television, noticing the flight attendant with me next to her.
"Excuse me, sir, but your sister here is being very rude and disturbing the rest of the passengers. I would advise keeping an eye on her please." Dean's eyebrow goes up, just like mine did when I was directing it to that boy! I keep my gaze down to the floor and wiggle out of her grasp, she lets go of my elbow and pushes me in Dean's general direction. That makes me stumble over William's legs and Dean quickly jumps up and catches me from falling face first into the floor.
"Oh goodness me! I am terribly sorry! I did not foresee you falling over like that!"
Dean stands me up, brushes his hand over my shirt and pants to take off any dust that I might have caught on my way down to the floor, mental eyeroll at that, and speaks directly to the flight attendant, "It's fine. She's fine and I am terribly sorry for her rude disturbances. I can guarantee that it will not happen again."
She nods at Dean and with a quick peek at a sleeping William, turns and walks away. Dean grabs my arm roughly and practically throws me on my seat.
"Not even thirty minutes and you're already a pain in the ass?! What the hell Viviana! Stay. Here. And try to sleep. Got it?!" Dean says angrily.
"Yes sir." I whisper.
Dean grabs my blanket and wraps me in it, then lifts up 'our' armrest, places a pillow on his lap, then he lifts me up and lays me down so my head is on the pillow and my feet lay on William's lap. William, unconsciously, places his hands on my legs and feet. I can't even think about sleeping after everything that just happened. My mind drifts off into the infinite possibilities of what would have happened if I never punched that boy's face, and Dean catches on quickly that I am not sleeping. His hand covers my eyes, forcing them closed and I finally start to drift off as Dean plays with my hair.

I abruptly wake up with a feeling in my stomach like I need to throw up. I stand up quickly which wakes up Dean who seemed to have fallen asleep during his movie. At first he gives me a gruff look and reaches towards me, maybe to try to force me to lay back down, until he notices the look on my face. I guess you do turn green when your stomach turns ugly because he stares at me for a second and asks,
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"My tummy!!!"
I start to dry heave and Dean picks me up quickly, jumps over Williams legs, and rushes me to the opened bathroom closest to us. He sets me down on the floor and I immediately lean over the toilet, dry heaving and crying as Dean closes and locks the door.
I feel his hands on my head and he pulls my hair out of my way, "shhh.. everything will be okay baby, please calm down."
I stop dry heaving and lay on the floor bawling my eyes out. My stomach feels really bad, and it hurts worse now because of all that dry heaving. The weird thing is that I didn't throw up anything. Dean picks me up and cradles me in his arms as he attempts to encourage me to vomit a little bit, whispering to me, "It'll make you feel so much better sweetie, please try again." I turn back to the toilet as he puts me down a second time and after some more dry heaving, my body starts to tremble. I cry harder and shake, I look back up to Dean and shake my head no. He signs deeply, picks me up and exits the bathroom. We slowly make our way back to our seats.

The one flight attendant who kept looking at William, who is surprisingly still sleeping, notices us and stops Dean before he attempts to crawl over William. I like her, she cares about other people and not just the good looking ones.
She asks Dean, "Oh my, maybe some tea will help her?"
"Yes, I think so. Thank you." Dean successfully makes it over William and sits down.
He maneuvers me in his lap, cradling me like a baby, rocking me back and forth. I am still crying, but not so loudly this time, more like whimpering and coughing. The flight attendant comes back with a cup of hot tea and a plate of salty crackers.
"I know these crackers will help you sweetie." She says nicely, taking down the tray and placing it on there.
"Thank you." Dean says and she nods and walks off.
Dean grabs the tea and lifts it to my lips, I slowly blow and take a sip, the tea soothing my throat and my upset stomach. I grab a cracker, dip it in the hot tea and eat it. Wow, this flight attendant would be perfect for William! She cares about me and she is still staring at William. Talking about the devil himself, William stirs awake, breathing in deeply and peeling off his night mask and ear plugs. William starts to rub at his eyes from the bright light and asks,
"What happened Dean?"
How in the hell did he know something was wrong? His eyes are tightly closed still!
"She got sick, so I got her tea and crackers."
William switches seats, sitting in my previous seat and opens his eyes groggily. "You okay mi amor?" I nod my head while nibbling on a cracker dipped in tea. William grabs my headphones, and puts them on me, putting on the movie Divergent for me to watch.

I finished watching the movie and slept the rest of the way, which was only an hour left. When I woke up I was in Dean's arms and he was carrying me out of the gate. We made our way to the baggage claim and collected all of our bags. Cody was carrying mine and his carry-on and Dean had me cradled in his arms. William, Sam, and Damon had gone off to find a cart to carry our bags in and after we got that settled we made our way to the car rental. Dean sat down on some benches with Cody next to him as William got the car and Sam and Damon argued on baggage position and which bag was going to fall.
"Wouldn't it be awesome if we got something like a red convertible?" Cody asks me.
"Hell yeah! But how would we all fit? It's only four seats and there's six of us?"

"Easy, you and Sam can sit on top like the bags! Hahaha"

"Very funny. Meany." I stick my tongue out at him and receive a small swat to my thigh from Dean with a 'careful' look.

"Okay you guys knock it off. Family meeting." Says William as he approaches us.

"I got us a car, it is approximately an hour and thirty minute drive to the hotel. We arrive at the hotel, drop off the bags, eat and after Vivi's check up, we can choose what to do. Got it?" A chorus of 'yeah's' are heard and Sam grabs the cart with Damon holding onto a couple bags that did not fit, Dean carrying me in his arms and Cody trailing ahead of us with William, we all make our way to our rental car.