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Maybe he should have stayed home. That would have spared him of this nervousness, this embarrassment. Really, it would have been the sane decision to make. But of course the trip had to be to Hollywood. Who would say no to go to Hollywood? Apparently, not he.
To be fair, he'd never been to Hollywood, never even left Kansas. At the moment it seemed like such a good decision. Even though it was his whole class going - which he didn't really like - he'd get to spend a whole week with his best friend Castiel.
The fact that they would fly there was what made Dean think this was all a very bad idea.
He was seated next to Cas in a row with two seats. Naturally, Cas took the window seat. Not that Dean complained, he didn't really want to look out the window, but it also meant he was closest to the middle of the plain. In full view for anyone to see how panicked he was.
When the plain shook to a start he had to repress a whimper. He wasn't going to embarrass himself completely.
Seeing as how it could have gone, the start went really well. He didn't freak out, and ge didn't pee himself. Really, he saw it as a success.
The harder parts started when they were up in the air. There was a few winds blowing, making the plane shake more than Dean was comfortable with.
It really couldn't be seen as his fault when he grabbed Cas's hand at a particularly bad shake. Neither the fact that he gripped the hand so tight he must have almost crushed it.
But Cas didn't complain, didn't say a word. Instead he squeezed Dean's hand as if to comfort.
Dean focused on the feel of Cas's hand until he really realized what he was doing. With a nasty blush he tried to pull his hand back, awfully embarrassed at what he'd done. But Cas didn't allow it. Instead he pulled the hand towards himself, rubbing his thumb over the back of Dean's hand.
"It's okay, Dean," Castiel said with one of his warm smiles. Those special ones were as warm as the sun, and Dean had only seen them a handful of times. Always directed at him, as if they were for no one else. "You'll be alright. The plane will soon be there, just try to think of something else." He seemed to think for a moment before reaching inside his pocket. "Here, listen to some music and try to sleep." He handed Dean his iPod and earphones, ones Dean knew he was very fond of. He rarely let them out of his sight.
He squeezed Cas's hand to show his gratitude, way too shaken up to speak. With difficulty - seeing as one hand was still in Cas's - he put the earphones in and pressed play. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat as Metallica filled his ears.