revenge is supernatural } { oh, oh telephone line, give me a sign
Dean's fingers drummed against his knee as they sat in the airport. Sam was engrossed in something on his laptop, clearly not concerned with the fact that Dean was losing his mind with nerves. This flight wasn't going to be as easy as the one to Scotland. They confiscated his fork. Dean? Not happy. At all.
He wanted to go out and get some air, but he knew that he wouldn't be let back in if he did. So he just continued to sit there, drumming his fingers along to an old Metallica song and hoping that someone would have the good sense to knock him out once they were on the plane. For once, he actually wished he had some of Walter's drugs. They would be making his life a hell of a lot easier right now.
Eventually, Sam got up to use the john, which had Dean alone in the airport and was only making things worse. After about five minutes of deafening silence, he reached for his phone and dialed the first number that came up. He just hoped that it wasn't someone that hated him. Because really, that would just be his luck.