Leaving On A Jet Plane {Sam,Li,Greg,Layla}

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Dean felt sick. His stomach was all twisted up in knots, his heart beating double speed in his chest because he was walking towards something that terrified him to his very core and for once it wasn't a demon or a monster in the dark, it was simply a man made nightmare. An aeroplane, or more to the point, the airport terminal where he would spend a ridiculous amount of money to get on an aeroplane and suffer a fourteen hour flight all the way to Italy. That was unless Lalya could pull her one dollar trick again and get them all onboard with no questions asked. Either way, he just wasn't looking forward to this at all.

Of all the times I'd want Castiel to swoop in an magic me somwhere else...

He was nervous, his palms sweating, limbs all fidgety and refusing to stay still. The desperate urge to flee nearly taking over, but he doggedly refused to admit his anxiety and tried his best to conceal what he could from the little group he was in. It didn't take a genius to know he wasn't having the time of his life though. Sam already knew about his fear of flying having gone through all this with him once before, but this time was - if it was possible - much, much worse. Understandable considering that the last plane he'd been on had actually nearly crashed and burned due to a demon. Hurtling back down to earth at two hundred miles an hour from three miles up just wasn't as fun as you'd think. Thankfully, Sam had been able to finish the exorcism in time and save them all but Dean swore up and down that there was no way he would ever get on a plane again after that.

It had been touch and go whether he would even be going as the hunt for the passport he so rarely used had nearly ended in failure. It was only after tipping up the entire car and all their duffel bags that he'd found it, hidden in the deepest and darkest corner of the Impala's trunk. He remembered then that he'd put it there so he could claim it was lost if Sam ever insisted on a quick flight across states. This situation was different though, his very life depended on him getting on a plane. Not just his, Annali's too.

So here he was, standing inside the airport terminal with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets so no-one would see they were shaking. His eyes scanned the arrival and departure monitors, looking for the next available flight to Rome, hoping against hope that everything was cancelled and they had abandon the plan. Fate had other ideas.

"Looks like there's a flight leaving in a few hours." Dean said dispassionately, yanking a clammy hand out of his pocket to check his watch.

A few hours in which I could get blind drunk and pass out a the airport bar....

[The Preceptor]

Annali nodded, taking hold of his arm as he pushed his hand back into his pocket. "Well once everyone gets here we can get something to eat," she said, hoping that food would at least calm him down a bit. She knew how nervous Dean was about this flight and, if she were being honest, she was a bit anxious about it herself. But she was doing her best to stay calm for him. The fact that he had let her in on such a vulnerable secret spoke volumes. Maybe he did like her after all.

Annali spotted a padded bench not far off and gestured toward it. "Let's go wait over there," she told him, fishing his hand out of his pocket and pulling him with her to take a seat on the empty bench.

"I can't imagine they're too far behind us," she said with a sigh, glancing to the monitor and watching the status of the different flights change now and again. She scanned the area again, but spotting no sign of their friends, decided that she needed to do whatever it took to get Dean's mind off of what he probably felt was his impending doom.

"So that Layla... she seemed nice..." she said hesitantly, knowing that Dean still didn't trust her. It was probably subject matter best left alone but maybe if she could help him relax about one particular subject matter it might help him not be so anxious about the flight. "That little trick she did at the diner? That was crazy. I mean, what was that, magic? I've never seen anything like that." She lightly played with Dean's fingers distractedly.

[Wil Marsh]

Greg didn't fly much. He'd taken a few trips with his parents when he was younger, and he'd flown when he left Topeka to live with his uncle in New York. But that was a long time ago. Typically he drove when it was possible. It was cheaper, and the cabin in an airplane was always a little cramped for his taste.

He sighed as he parked his Jeep in the parking lot. He felt uneasy about leaving his car at the airport, so he'd cleaned it out, leaving everything but his luggage for the trip back at his apartment. He hated not being able to bring weapons on this hunt, but trying to sneak a knife onto an airplane these days was not only difficult, but just plain stupid.

He only had his laptop bag and one duffle bag full of clothes and random essentials. He also had his cell phone and an MP3 player in his jacket pocket.

When he entered the airport it took him a few minutes to find Dean and Annali. When he spotted them sitting on a bench he headed over, trying his best to look casual. Though he was tense and on edge. There was a lot at stake here, and he felt uneasy. Plus he always felt uncomfortable when he didn't have his knife. He was a bit superstitious that way because as long as he'd had it with him, he'd stayed alive. He almost felt like if he forgot it anywhere that would be it.

"Hey," he said, nodding to Dean and Annali as he dropped his duffle bag on the floor beside the bench. "How's it goin'?"

Though by the looks of it, Dean wasn't doing so hot. He was a little pale and couldn't seem to sit still.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"So that Layla... she seemed nice..."

Dean put his bag down in between his feet and sat down beside Annali on the bench, scanning the crowds for the familiar sight of his brother and, he supposed, Layla too.

"I guess...." He answered Annali indifferently, his attention drifting to airport security personnel to get a read on how they were operating.

"That little trick she did at the diner? That was crazy. I mean, what was that, magic? I've never seen anything like that."

He turned back to her, a slight scowl on his face as he thought about all the possilities that would allow Layla to pull such a stunt.

"Magic. Mind control. Slight of hand..." He shrugged, subconciously bouncing his right knee up and down to try and channel his nervous energy. "All I know is she's definately hiding something from us and I don't like it.

What if she turned out to be special like Sam because of a demon?

"Hey, How's it goin'?"

Dean hadn't noticed Greg wandering over but immediately he stopped fidgeting when he spoke, wanting to conceal his anxiety from the guy.

"Awesome." He muttered flatly, eyeing the duffel that Greg had dropped down next to his own, then eyeing Greg in the same way, trying to maintain calm as best he could.

Come on Sammy.....I need you here bro'....

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam climbed out of Layla's car and immediately went around to the trunk to get the bags. He put his arms through the straps of his rucksack then pulled out Layla's bag and slung it over his shoulder. Finally he grabbed his messenger bag that contained his laptop and other research materials. Slipping that bag over his head so the strap crossed his chest.

He stood there laden down with the bags and grinned at Layla. Reaching his hand out for her to take. Holding her hand he took off toward the terminal. They walked into the airport and Sam slowed down a little as he scanned the place. The place was busy but not overly so and he finally spotted the group of three. Dean and Annali were sitting on a bench and Greg was standing nearby. So it seemed they were all here now.

Sam walked over to the bench and tried to keep from grinning like an idiot. He knew his brother was a nervous wreck right now, he could see it on his face. There was no need for him to rub it in how good he was feeling at the moment.

Spending another night with Layla had him practically giddy. They had talked a lot the night before and Sam felt good about how that had turned out. Not to mention the physical pursuits they had enjoyed as well and Sam was one happy camper. Standing in front of Dean he tried to keep his face serious.

"Hey guys. Sorry we're late. So what's the plan? Is there a flight out of here soon we can take?"

Sam took a quick glance around at the others then let his gaze settle back down on Dean. He wasn't looking so good. Sam hoped they would be able to get through this without having to take drastic measures.

[layla]

Ah, Sam. Such a gentleman. He refused to let Layla even carry her own bag even though she had insisted on doing so. She felt like she was taking advantage of him by having him carry all of the bags but the way he kept pulling them from her when she reached for them, she was lucky she was allowed to carry her own purse. So she did what she could by rushing ahead of him to hold open doors when necessary... it was the least she could do and the most Sam would let her do.

It didn't take long to spot the others hanging out around a bench, and Layla followed Sam over taking note that Dean didn't look like he was feeling well at all. She wondered if something he had eaten wasn't agreeing with him, and she went to sit next to him, nudging him to scoot over as she did. "You're white as a ghost," she told him, looking up and giving Sam a questioning look. "You want me to get you something to drink? Or... I think I still have some candy in my purse..."

It was a small attempt at showing concern and calling a truce. Layla knew she had come off as a smartass at the diner and, truth be told, that side of her wasn't going to change. If she and Sam were ever going to spend more time together then she hoped Dean was up to a little banter. But she knew there were inappropriate times for cracking jokes and when the guy looked like he was about to regurgitate his breakfast all over his shoes... it wasn't time to be funny.

[Wil Marsh]

"Awesome," Dean replied.

Greg nodded, not thinking much of the flat tone of voice. He figured the guy just wasn't too excited to be flying to Italy. Then again, Dean hadn't been exactly enthusiastic about anything since Greg had met him the other day.

He stood there in silence for what seemed like forever. He turned his attention to the flight boards. He didn't have much to say to Dean, and he was sure he and Annali had a lot to talk about... but it wasn't anything he wanted to talk about in front of Dean.

He was relieved when Sam and Layla came over. Sam seemed to be in a good mood and eager to get going. Layla sat down beside Dean and offered to get a drink.

"Looks like there's a flight in a couple hours," Greg said. "We should probably do the whole bag-check, security, ticket thing now just in case it takes forever."

Greg picked up his bag and looked around at the others.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

The relief was immediate when Dean saw Sam finally approach looking like some kind of bag tree, head to toe with luggage, but it was short lived because now that everyone was here, they were one step closer to getting on the plane. He gave Sam a silent nod in greeting, seeing the worry lines crease on his forehead whenever he glanced in Dean's direction. Sure, Sam was getting distracted by his new found love interest, but it was nice to know he still cared enough about Dean to worry.

I must really look like crap though....

"You're white as a ghost," Layla confirmed for him, much to his dismay. He didn't want to admit to anyone else that he was freaking out, much less someone he'd met only once before. His fear of flying made him feel weak and pathetic, drawing attention to that was not high on his list of things to do right now. He shufled across the seat to let her sit down mostly because she didn't give him chance to object, but refrained from commenting when the sincere concern in her voice caught him off guard.

"You want me to get you something to drink? Or... I think I still have some candy in my purse..."

"I'm fine." He insisted firmly, standing up to avoid discussing the suject further. "Let's just get some tickets and get on with this."

Before I change my mind....

Gathering up his duffel and taking hold of Annali's hand so that they wouldn't get seperated, he wandered glumly over to the check-in desk along side Greg and got into line. By the time they reached the counter, he was about ready to run in the opposite direction.

"We need five tickets to Rome on the next flight." He said roughly, dropping his duffel on the scales by the desk ready to be weighed and checked in.

The young man behind the desk forced a polite company smile and tapped a few buttons on his keyboard.

"The eleven thirty to Fiumicino Airport in Rome?"

"Sure." Dean shrugged, leaning a little over the desk to try and see what the guy was looking at.

"You're in luck, there are five seats available, though i'm afraid that they're all seperate. You won't be able to sit together."

Well that's not going to work.

"Can't you move some people around?" Dean asked irritably, knowing that if he had to get on a plane, curse or no curse, he was not sitting on his own as well. "It's really important that we're all sat together."

Well maybe not all of us...Greg can sit in the cargo hold for all I care...

"I'm sorry sir, the seats are pre-booked on the system...." The check-in man started to say, his voice wavering a little at the end when he saw the unhappy glare on Dean's face.

"Then un-pre-book them."

"Sir..."

"Look, you don't understand. It's a matter of life and death, we gotta have at least two seats together." Dean replied as though it should have been glaringly obvious that he and Annali needed to sit next to each other or else their hearts would explode. Surely that kind of sitaution occured all the time on planes....

[The Preceptor]

Annali was grateful when everyone else showed up, but she frowned to herself at the way Dean responded to Layla. She knew that it was due more to him not wanting to draw attention to his fear than it was him trying to be rude to her, and she hoped that Sam would be able to explain that to Layla without drawing attention to what was really going on.

She tried to give them an apologetic look when Dean grabbed her hand and started leading them off to the ticket counter, though she didn't really feel like she had anything to apologize for and honestly, neither did he. She just didn't want Layla or Greg to think that Dean's discomfort was due to them, at least not this time around.

She stepped up to the counter with him and felt her stomach turn as Dean argued with the man about the seats on the plane. There was no way they would survive being so far apart, especially not for thirteen hours or whatever. "Maybe there are seats one behind the other?" she chimed in hopefully, and when the man checked a few things in his computer and shook his head, she looked up at Dean with seriously worried expression.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam really didn't have much of a chance to just talk to Dean and see how he was doing. A bit to his surprise Layla sat down next to Dean. Seeming genuinely concerned about him. He was glad to see that at least she was making an effort to not antagonize him so much.

Unfortunately Dean's reaction left something to be desired. Whether it was his lingering distrust of her, his current state of anxiety because of the plan trip remained to be seen, but probably a little bit of both. Dean got up and lead Annali off toward the ticket counter. Sam sighed and looked at Layla and spoke quietly.

"I think this whole curse thing is just getting to him. It's starting to take it's toll. I mean, I'm not making excuses for him. He's always a bit... uh snarky? But, he's really not a bad guy."

Sam felt he needed to tell Layla something. Some explanation for how he looked and how he was acting. But, he didn't really want to betray his brother by telling her he was afraid of flying. He gave her a little smile and jerked his head slightly in the direction the others had moved in and he headed off in that direction as well.

Catching up with Dean at the counter he caught part of the argument going on about the seating arrangements. He could hear the sound of panic in Dean's voice masked by his anger. Leaning against the counter Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder and looked at the check-in clerk.

"Look, there has to be something you can do? At least can we get two seats together? There has to be something available. Anything?"

This was something Sam hadn't really thought of. They needed to get to Italy as soon as possible but they had to at least have Dean and Annali sit together. Dean would probably tolerate the trip better if Sam was close by too. Sam was starting to think they would just have to wait and book another flight that left later.

[layla]

Layla watched Dean drag Annali over to the counter and once again found herself grateful that she had ended up with the decent brother of the two. If Dean always acted like such a grouchy jerk she could only imagine Annali's eagerness to get to Italy and get this curse broken, whatever it was. She would hate to be stuck by his side for hours... no days straight.

Sam offered her some excuse for Dean's behavior and Layla could tell by his unconvincing tone that that's exactly what it was... an excuse. But she liked Sam far too much to argue, so she just smiled at him and nodded, watching as he too went to join the others at the counter. Layla just sat on the bench and observed for a few minutes until it became clear by body language and facial expressions that things weren't going well. She gave Greg a puzzled look and headed over.

"Look, there has to be something you can do? At least can we get two seats together? There has to be something available. Anything?" she heard Sam saying as she approached. Gently she pushed her way between the brothers and moved to the counter, folding her arms on top of it and flashing the man a charming smile. "Hi," she said, meeting his gaze. "I think there's been a mix-up. I already bought our tickets online so you should already have my reservation. Layla Kennedy? First class. There should be five seats and I know I booked them all together."

Her stomach turned like it was trying to churn butter as the man went to his computer and started typing things in. She wasn't sure if she could officially get in trouble for this... after all, she wasn't exactly breaking a law or anything by lying about having first class reservations. But it was entirely possible that they could get banned from the airline, and perhaps jail time might be a possibility as well if they realized later on that she had practically stolen thousands of dollars worth of air travel.

But it didn't take long before the clerk was apologizing profusely as he handed over five first class tickets to Layla. She just waved a hand dismissively, assuring him that there was no harm done, and then she turned and started handing everyone their tickets. "There. All taken care of."

[Wil Marsh]

Dean and Annali stood up and went with Greg to the counter. They were quiet as the waited in line - awkward, nervous silence. Greg glanced at Annali a few times, trying to figure out how she was feeling. All this had to be confusing for her.

Dean walked up to the counter and asked for - no, demanded - the tickets. To Greg's surprise, the man behind the counter informed them they could only seat them all separately. He glanced nervously at Annali.

Greg could tell Dean was tweaking out a little. He started arguing with the guy behind the counter, sounding panicky and kind of like a jerk. Annali asked if there were seats one behind the other. Greg smiled at her appreciatively, though he still looked a bit worried himself.

"What about another flight?" Greg asked, glancing at the flight board.

But the next flight wasn't until later that night. They'd have a lot of time to kill between now and then.

Greg moved aside as Sam approached.

Hopefully you're better with people than your brother, he thought.

Sam asked the man calmly if they could give them at least two seats near each other. Greg sighed and raked a hand through his hair. They were going in circles and it wasn't getting them anywhere. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to fix it.

He caught Layla's eye as she approached, giving him a puzzled look. He just shrugged and shook his head.

Layla made her way over to the counter, positioning herself between Sam and Dean and smiling at the clerk. To Greg's surprise, she said she'd already bought their tickets on line - first class. Greg looked at Annali, as if to say "Is she for real?"

But, the clerk punched a few keys on his computer, smiled, and handed Layla five tickets.

"There. All taken care of," she said.

Greg took the ticket she handed him and looked up at her, puzzled.

"Uh, yeah... Cool," he said.

There was something about this Layla chick. What was her deal? She'd crossed the salt line at the diner the other day, so she couldn't have been a demon. A witch, maybe?

Okay. Now we jump through all the hoops in security.

Greg went to wait in line number two without waiting for anyone else. He already wasn't digging this Dean guy, and he was suspicious of Layla. Sam seemed alright, but he was with Layla so he was kind of suspicious, too. Why did Annali have to wind up meeting these guys? She could've just went on with her normal life and never been exposed to all this crap.

Except apparently she'd had a ghost problem, which always led to answers to questions a person normally wouldn't ask.

Greg sighed, lost in his thoughts as he stood in line. He wished he had a coffee.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

What...the...hell? Dean thought as Layla stepped away from the check in desk not only with five plane tickets just like that, but five first class tickets too. He raised his eyebrows and gawked for a minute in disbelief at how easily she'd done it, wondering if she'd already organised tickets, why didn't she say something before Dean made a fool of himself just now? Or maybe she wanted him to look like an idiot after he'd brushed her off when she'd asked him if he was okay. Something was going on with her and Dean was going to get to the bottom of it one way or another. Perhaps now though was not the right time. Still, he watched her curiously as the larger bags they were carrying got checked in without fuss and they all made their way to passport control.

Dean never did like this part of checking in, being stared at and scrutinised by security guards who may or may not have recognised his face from old mugshots of a wanted man. He never had gotten on well with any type of authority, but it was the ones holding guns that un-nerved him the most. Especially when he was without a weapon himself. Naked, if you like. So, for the sanity of Sam and all those with him, Dean did his best to not start an arguement again, not wanting to draw attention when this was the point at which things could go horribly wrong. Of course the best laid plans never run smoothly.

Since the last flight he and Sam had been on, security regulations seemed to have gotten much stricter and the large bottle of holy water Dean was carrying was not allowed through the checkpoint. That pissed Dean off straight away and a small verbal exchange ensued in which the words, "Are you freakin' kidding me? It's just water!" came tumbling out of Dean's mouth before he could clamp it shut. Reluctantly he handed over the bottle and made mental plans to make some fresh Jesus juice once they were in the other side of the terminal.

Stupid friggin' airports....I hate this crap....

Next came the removal of jackets and shoes which did nothing to improve Dean's mood, but it was the way that the security staff made a point of making Dean walk back and forth through the damn metal detector over and over that got him annoyed again. Annali did her best to stay as close as possible, but she had to wait her turn on the other side while Dean removed his belt, his watch, his ring, several paper clips from his pockets and - though he hated to - his amulet until finally they were satisfied he wasn't carrying a deadly weapon. Each time he stepped back through the detector and a few steps too far away from Annali, the heartburn started up and made him suck in a pained breath. He saw Annali do the same and hated that the guards were making do this over and over because it was causing her pain. It felt like they just wanted to show him that they were in charge and that Dean's attitude would not be tolerated. Understandable really, they probably got plenty of assholes through here who tried to get stuff past security, but Dean wasn't some mad bomber or terrorist, surely they could give him a break for God's sake, he was one of the good guys! So he bit his lip and forced himself to not antagonise the situation, unfortunately he couldn't stop himself from glaring daggers at the guy with the metal detector wand.

If didn't need to get on this flight, I'd so shove that damn wand up your ass you dick....

While Dean had been forced to empty his pockets, the guard watching the security monitors for the x-ray machine seemed to have spotted something in Dean's jacket that he didn't like the look of and had nodded to one of the armed guards to detain Dean.

"Sir, you need to come with me." A tall, shaven headed muscle man in uniform said, stepping upto Dean with one hand on his gun. His body language screamed hostility and Dean instinctively went on the defensive.

"What? Why?" Oh crap...this is so not good...

"You just need to come with me." The guard indicated towards a door off to the side of the line, a back room in which they would likely want to strip search Dean and/or interrogate him about something that had obviously alerted them to some kind of danger. The fact one of the other security officers was now going through his jacket did not help matters.

"Hey! That's my jacket!"

He was damn certain that he hadn't left anything in the pockets that would have caused them trouble here, not even so much as a penknife, and the only thing that they could possibly be looking for was either his father's journal - which Dean did not want them getting their hands on - or....ah crap...did I leave my EMF in there? However, before Dean could explain, rough hands were on his arms, yanking him away from the guards he was storming over to and dragging him off to the interrogation room away from the others and most importantly, seperating him from Annali.

"Stop! Let go of me, I've not done anything wrong! You don't understand...ugh...." The pain started to hit full force, cutting off Dean's protests sharply, though the security guards didn't seem to care. All they were bothered about was getting Dean behind a closed door and away from the public eye.

"Son of a bitch, let me go!" In a desperate bid to save his and Li's lives, Dean threw caution to the wind and started struggling against the hands tightly holding him and leading him away, though that only made them move faster in the wrong direction.

"Li! Sam!" He called out before doubling over in intense agony, white hot pain ripping into his chest as though he was being stabbed over and over. By the time they'd dragged him into the side room and closed the door, Dean was finding it very hard to breathe, though the guards appeared unsure as to whether it was just some kind of trick or not.

"He's faking it." One said, crouching down in front of Dean.

"Take...me...back - ughh!!!" He ground out, gasping and clawing at his chest trying to escape the pain, the world around him getting slowly darker and much quieter, the only sound filling his ears now being the rush of blood pumping through his veins and the frantic thud, thud, thud of an over worked heart that was doing it's utmost to self destruct.

"Is he having a heart attack...?" One of the guards asked.

[The Preceptor]

Annali waited in line right behind Dean as he was being made to walk again and again through the security sensor. Every time he stepped through, she would move forward slightly, only to be ushered backward by one of the security personal. And each time she would squeeze her eyes shut and try to block out the pain until Dean came back through and she could let out a soft sigh, relaxing.

But then the unthinkable happened. She heard someone say that Dean needed to come with him and instantly her blue eyes widened with panic. A horrified look crossed her face and she looked at Dean to find that his expression mirrored her own. Oh God. How were they going to get out of this one?

"DEAN!" she shrieked, breaking into a run after Dean and the guards who were dragging him away. Unfortunately one of the men grabbed her firmly around the waist with little effort and held her back. Annali kicked and screamed, watching terrified as Dean was pulled further and further from her. The pain in her chest was suffocating and the tears welled up in her eyes from it, falling free down her face. Beads of sweat started to form around her hairline, her face going extremely pale. "Let GO of me!" she wailed, trying to elbow the guy who was holding her... stomp on his foot... anything that would cause him to relinquish his hold. But her efforts were feeble at best... her heart was pounding deafeningly in her chest and she started hiccupping with sobs. In a last ditch effort, she bit hard down on the man's arm, but when he let go, she only managed to collapse in a heap on the floor, coughing and gasping for breath.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam had put the two bags that were going to be checked in the designated spot. Then stood back and grinned as Layla handed out the first class tickets to everyone. He could see that both Dean and Greg seemed to be a little suspicious about it.

"Pretty slick isn't she?"

He winked at her and then draped an arm around her shoulders as everyone started to disperse toward the security area. Making sure Layla was ready to go before he started moving off to follow the others.

Sam saw as they approached Dean going through the metal detector. Then come back and go through again. As he got closer he could see that they had made him go through several times and just as it seemed he was clear something else happened.

Sam wrinkled his brow in a bit of a scowl as he saw his brother get grabbed up by the security and was being carted off. He could see the symptoms of the separation starting to affect both Dean and Annali.

Digging into his bag quickly he rummaged around for something. Finally he found what he was looking for. He quickly flipped it open to make sure it was the right one. By then, he could hear Annali screaming for Dean and she was being caught up by another security guard because she was starting to panic from the impending separation.

It took just a couple long legged strides to make it to where Annali was struggling with the security guard. He flashed the badge he had pulled out of his bag and simultaneously grabbed Annali by the arm and barked at the security guard.

"Homeland Security Agent you idiot. Let go of her. I'll be back to deal with you in a minute."

He pulled himself up to his full height and put on his most intimidating face as he tugged Annali out of the man's grasp. He pushed down his own anxiety from the situation and practically dragged Annali across the space that separated her from Dean. Trying not to hurt her but needing to make sure he was making it seem that he was THE authority in this situation.

Finally getting Annali back into close proximity of Dean just before they got Dean to the room they were heading for. Sam summoned up his assumed authority again shouting out and waving his badge so that the guards that had Dean could see it clearly.

"HEY!! Homeland Security Agent here people!! You need to all just relax and let him go. He's my partner. You have just made a serious mistake!"

Sam stood there glaring at the security guards waiting for them all to relax their posture and back off. Hoping that Dean would get his wits about himself and get calmed down enough to go along with the program Sam was trying to sell.

Trying to maintain his calm as well he realized he had been gripping Annali's arm a bit tight. He glanced over at her as he loosened his hand a bit but didn't let go completely. At the same time he mouthed the word, "Sorry" to her before he turned back to face the now confused security guards.