Aerophobia

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, nor do I own the song mentioned at the end.

"This isn't funny, Sam!" Dean snapped, glaring at his brother.

"I still don't see what the problem is," Sam said, an amused look on his face.

Dean shot his brother another, more potent, glare – which didn't seem to faze the younger Winchester at all – and wondered vaguely how Sam had gotten through his years at college being this monumentally dense.

"It's flying," the elder hunter hissed, speaking the word 'flying' like it were some horrible disease not to be mentioned in polite company.

"Yeah, but you'll be in control. Lack of control is usually the root of most people's fear of flight. This takes that variable out of it, so you should be fine," Sam explained rationally.

"No, smartass, most people don't like to fly 'cause you're a billion feet in the air and if you fall you're screwed," Dean corrected. "Do what you like, Sam. I'm sticking with the Impala."

Sam sighed, rolled his eyes, and tried a different tactic. "Weren't you the one who said how kickass this is?"

"No, I said it looks kickass. There's a difference," gesturing for emphasis, Dean started back towards the Impala.

"It'll save on gas," Sam tried, jogging towards his brother and getting between Dean and the car, "and it'll be faster."

"Are you suggesting we just leave my baby behind? How would you like it if she and I left you behind?" Dean asked, incredulous.

Shaking his head, Sam decided that he should have known better than to bring the car into it. Days like today, when they argued, Sam suspected that the car probably ranked slightly higher in his brother's priorities than he did, even though Sam knew his place in his brother's eyes the rest of the time.

Dean stood next to the Impala, muttering to her lovingly about how she should just ignore what Sam was saying and that they'd never leave her behind. Giving the car a gentle, loving stroke, Dean turned to Sam, looking impatient. "You coming or what? We don't have all day."

The absurdity of the whole situation got to Sam just then, and he let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"What?" Dean asked, a little bit irritably.

"You are the only person on the planet who would prefer driving around in some old," Sam ignored the indignant noise Dean made at the insult to his baby, "car to using his own wings."

"I am so leaving your ass here." Dean muttered, getting into the car, his brand new and absolutely huge wings getting in the way, banging on the doorframe a bit. Swearing under his breath, Dean tried again, this time accidentally getting one caught in the door as he closed it. After several more minutes of fighting with the feathery masses, Dean was able to tuck them in close enough to his body that he fit reasonably comfortably in the driver's seat.

Sam laughed again, sliding into the passenger's seat with far more grace than Dean had into his seat, giving Dean a 'see how easy that was?' look.

Glaring – and wondering vindictively how much it'd hurt Sam if Dean were to reach over and pull out one of Sam's feathers – Dean turned on the radio with the intention to drown out his brother's laughter. Unfortunately, the song that came on just made the youngest Winchester laugh even harder.

Allowing himself a chuckle at the irony, Dean shook his head and they drove off, Sam's laughter and AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" ringing through the air.