Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Despair At Its Finest

*Imagine boarding a plane and meeting the terrified Dean and the lovable Sam*

"Welcome aboard and enjoy your flight" the blonde stewardess smiles at me warmly, gesturing towards the giant mass of steel that will take me to my destination. I hate flying. It's the fact that you're thousands of feet in the air and if something screws up, you're pretty much dead.

I walk down the narrow aisle, checking where I'm supposed to be sitting. Now, this plane has three seats next to each other, with six others at the side. This way, there are two aisles between each set of seats. It's all blue and white.

I finally locate my seat which is at the back towards the left. And unlucky me, I'm in the middle seat. Between two men. Not that they look threatening or anything like that. They have a calm aura to them. Well, one of them does anyway.

The one next to the aisle has longish hair, an amused smile and had the features of a puppy dog. On the other hand, the guy sitting next to the window is the opposite. He has shorter hair, apple green eyes and terror written all over his god like face.

"Calm down Dean, it's just a plane." The puppy man laughs at what I assume is his brother. They seem to have this brotherly vibe to them. Comforting, it is. But the puppy man seems to be enjoying watching the Dean guy suffer like this.

"Shut your piehole Sam" the other guy, Dean, snaps back as he grips the arm rests in a death grip. He definitely has an intense fear of flying. What's that called? Aviophobia, I think? That's fear of flying. Acrophobia is the fear of heights so that could be it.

"Um, excuse me" I mutter quietly, pointing to my seat like the awkward potato I am. The Sam guy has really long legs and I can't get past. How tall is this guy? Once he moves them, I'm able to get to my seat. But the apple green eyed man won't stop glancing at me. Not in the creepy way. Maybe in curiosity?

As I fasten my belt, I try to calm the stranger down a little bit. For whatever reason, I don't know. "Y'know, statistically speaking, the back of the plane is the safest. If we were to crash, that is, which we won't, we'd most likely survive." I smile at the freaked out man, sitting back and waiting for the take off. That's doesn't take long, to my surprise.

Soon, we're speeding down the slab of concrete as we take off. And as the plane lifts off, Dean's hand clamps down onto mines, squeezing tightly. It's quite sore. I chuckle at his fear. His eyes are so full of despair.

"We don't even know eachother and you're already invading my personal space. I'm (Y/N), by the way." I chuckle again as his eyes widen at our sudden loss of touch with the hard and stable ground.

"D-Dean" he chokes out through clenched teeth, pressing his head against the seat firmly. As we gain balance in the air and start to fly steadily, his grip on my hand loosens but he still doesn't let go. I can tell he's hating the person who invented flying. I can just tell because I am too.

"How long left, Sammy?" He breathes, covered in sweat with his beautiful eyes wide open. Man, he's really cute though. I like the way his jawline is so prominent.

"An hour" I smile at him reassuringly, turning my hand around in his so I can hold it and give it a comforting squeeze. Sam just laughs at Dean's bizarre behaviour, taking out an old looking book out of his worn backpack.

Dean turns to me, mustering a somewhat warm smile. "If we survive, I'll take you out for a beer" and that unexpected statement from this stranger makes me blush. Who knows, maybe this flight won't be so bad.