"I told you I don't like flying," Crowley snapped back peevishly, moving one of the lipsticks under the obnoxious passenger's designer heel so that she'd trip. "I'm stuck thirty-thousand feet up in the air in a tin can with two hundred other people and there's nothing but an imperfect human with a stick keeping us up. And yeah, I can work miracles, but do you have any idea how much concentration and energy that would take? I barely kept the Bentley together and that was a tenth the size of this thing. Had a headache for days."
He was breathing quickly, hating the recycled air and feeling trapped. "Besides, it's not the crashing. It's the... part before."
More than anything, Crowley hated the fact that if anything did happen, he couldn't just bail, but had to stay to protect John. Although the demon could get outside to safety, there was no way he could bring the man through the wall with him. This being the first time he'd flown with someone he cared about, it made the trip that much more difficult.
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Date: 2006-10-25 10:43 pm (UTC)He was breathing quickly, hating the recycled air and feeling trapped. "Besides, it's not the crashing. It's the... part before."
More than anything, Crowley hated the fact that if anything did happen, he couldn't just bail, but had to stay to protect John. Although the demon could get outside to safety, there was no way he could bring the man through the wall with him. This being the first time he'd flown with someone he cared about, it made the trip that much more difficult.