Raising a brow in amusement, Faye slipped closer to where Dean stood, laying herself out on the ground below him with a knowing smirk. There were times when Faye wasn't sure she could ever understand what went on inside his head, but just then, he wore his heart— or more accurately, his fear— on his sleeve.

And, hell, somehow it just ended up endearing.

"So fly with me," she concluded, tone easy, words light. "Unless you're afraid of my piloting."