Dean P.O.V.

I was in a god damn plane. I HATE PLANES. Sammy why must you life in England. I hated that I would feel the plane move. I hated how high up it was. I hated that I knew we could die. Oh I hated that imagine. Going down in fire. There was only 1 good side to planes and that was air hostesses. They were elegant and wore short skirts. I wouldn't mind me one. Unluckily there was only 2 hostesses and one was a boy. Good for me I was bi and he too was hot. The girl was classic pretty with blonde hair, long legs and red lips. The boy was hot too but in a different way. He had a lean boy, messy raven colour hair and stunning blue eyes. The blonde girl was the more confident one as the boy just gave out food.

When he walked by me he gave me apologetic look and continued walking.

But he was back in a couple second. Taking up the empty sit next to me.
C - 'nervous flier?'
D - 'a little.'
C - 'well only ? planes has crashed in the last year.'
D - 'not helping.'
C - 'well what would help?'
I looked at him smiling smugly.
D - 'if you flirted with me.'
He blushed looking to the floor.
C - 'I apologise, sir but I can't flirt. I can on the other hand give you compliments.'
D - 'that flirting.'
C - 'oh in that case, yes I can flirt with you.'
The plan hit some trebles. He grad my hand and looked at me.
D - 'you eyes are stunning.'
I laughed.
D - 'can I have your number?'
C - 'will that calm you down.'
He wrote down his name and number on a slip of paper, gave it to me and walked away.

I had a date with a hot air host named 'Castiel' I still hate planes.