Team Free Will & Other Imagines

Imagine... Traveling with the Winchesters

"I hate this," Dean groaned, "And it's not even worth it."
"For a vacation, yeah it's worth it," you explained, "don't get me wrong, I love the Impala but we aren't gonna drive from New York to Los Angeles."
"I would, planes aren't my thing. Right Sammy?" Dean complained.
"Come on Dean, it's not that long of a plane ride," Sam replied.
"It's not that long of a car ride either," Dean mimicked Sam's voice as he grabbed his bag and began to walk to the check in.

You all checked in and headed to security. You took off your shoes and put all your stuff on the conveyer belt. You walked through the scanner and the light flashed green. You picked your stuff up from the belt and saw Sam come behind you grabbing his stuff as well. You looked around for Dean when you heard a loud beep come from one of the scanners.
"What do you mean I can't bring my pocket knife?! It's not like I'm gonna kill anyone," Dean yelled at a security guard. Dean walked over to you "Those assholes took my knife."
"Yeah, that's their job," Sam restrained himself from laughing. You took your bags and walked over to the gate.

"We're on flight 1967, gate 4B," you read off your ticket.
"Really? 1967? You live to piss me off," Dean huffed.
"FLIGHT 1967 NOW BOARDING," you heard a lady over the loudspeaker announce.
"Let's get this over with," Dean groaned.

"See this isn't so bad," you smiled.
"Yes it is," Dean said.
"We haven't even taken off yet," Sam said. You were sitting in the middle of the two of them, Sam in the aisle seat and Dean in the window seat.
"FLIGHT ATTENDANTS PREPARE FOR TAKEOFF," the pilot said.
"This is gonna be great," Dean said putting his head back. You held Dean's hand and tried to comfort him. The plane took off and Dean was fine... until about five minutes into the flight.