Destiel Fluff

Elementary, my dear Winchester.

I finally got round to writing that crossover oneshot! Sorry it took so long...

I'm still doing exams at the moment so progress is slow for all my stories, but I only have two weeks left until I have a long-ass holiday which I will spend indoors being antisocial. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"I'm not saying that you're a pathetic whiny-ass bitch, Dean. I'm just saying that it's a goddamn plane, not a fucking death trap." Sam guided a nervous Dean through the boarding gates, trying to stop him scarpering.

"Nu-uh Sammy-boy. This is a metal tube, fuelled by liquefied dinosaur, flying through the air at about 600 miles per fucking hour. And we're on it voluntarily. You know who does that? Crazy people. Dingo ate my baby crazy."

"Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down. It's an eight hour flight and I smuggled in some pie so shut your dumb mouth or you're not getting it."

"Pecan?"

"No. They were all out of pecan."

"Story of my life. What flavour is it then?" Dean was pouting grumpily.

"Cherry." *Bichface*

"Oh yeah! She's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise!" Dean sang obnoxiously loud, secretly enjoying annoying his baby brother.

*Bitchface intensifies*

"Sorry Sammy. Please can I have my pie now?"

"It's Sam, jerk. And only if you promise to be good for the whole flight."

"Okay bitch. I promise."

"You can have it when we're in the air, you might still run off."

"Whatever." Dean began sulking. "I don't see why we have to fly all the way to goddamn England anyway. What's so special about this dude that we are flying to that rainy, tea-drinking pile of crap country for him."

"Because, he is the exact person we need to help with this case. And he doesn't fly anymore, something about an 'East wind' or whatever that means..."

"FiiIIIIIIINNNEEE! FUCK SAM WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING WARN ME?" Dean's knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests and began hyperventilating.

"Oh, yeah. Turbulence."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"We're through it now, calm your tits."

"Great. We're in the air now..."

"And...?"

"Pie, bitch."

"Oh yeah." Sam rummaged in his bag for a while until all the colour drained from his face. "Um, Dean?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I forgot your pie."

"You son of a bitch." Dean turned away from his traitor of a brother and sulked, shedding a single man tear.

* * *

They had arrived in Heathrow airport and Sam was still asleep, drooling slightly. Dean grinned and set his phone to full volume.

IT WAS THE HEEAAT OF THE MOMENT!

Sam snorted and woke up with a bitchface shining full-beam.

"We're here! Up and at 'em Sammy!"

"Shut. Your. Mouth."

"Never!"

"Whatever. We need to get to London before it gets dark because we need a place to sleep and I heard that they don't have motels here."