Carbon Footprint I

Deep into the night, surrounded by dim lights and barely working air conditioner, two figures sat adjacent to each other. Their forms bored and exhausted from the long drive and harrowing breeze of a post-winter Montana.

"I would have assumed rich fucks like you to have a jet." Gordon muttered as he reclined in his soft leather seat.

"You would assume correctly." Irwin replied as he checked his stylish new smartphone. "Man, I am blowing up. Who calls every 30 minutes?"

"What is that? Some kind of phone?" Gordon was intrigued by the device for as far as he knew, the only good brick-like phone was his blackberry.

"It's called a smartphone." Irwin answered smugly. "Want one?"

"Not really." Gordon's reply made Irwin scoff.

"You hunters really are ignorant." He mocked, rolling his eyes as he played grandiosely with the Iphone. "This phone is like a minicomputer, man. GPS, you can browse and search websites, call or text."

"That ain't gonna help you much in a hunt." Gordon smirked as a cart full of chips passed by him. "How much for these?"

"It's free, man. Take everything you want," Irwin told his new employee as he turned his attention to the attendant. "Speaking of free: Hi, I'm Richard Greythorne."

The attendant giggled coquettishly. "Allison Monroe. I've seen you here before, haven't I?"

"Why, yes, you have. I just got off the Boston flight a few hours ago." Irwin gazed deep into her brown eyes, a sultry smile on his face. "Now, Allison, is it true that you flight attendants don't have much free time during and after take-offs?"

Irwin could see Gordon's confusion and he commiserated for he to do not know where he was going with this. His mouth moved faster than his brain could think.

"Well, basically. As soon as you guys come off, we have to clean up the plane." Allison whined, holding her neck in a way that showed of her warm-brown skin.

"Oh, that's so sad." Irwin reached towards the handle of the cart which Allison 'accidentally' bumped. "Maybe later you could join me in my booth. Relax a little."

She giggled as Irwin caressed her fingers. "I would love that~"

Allison bit her lip as she nodded towards Gordon and walked away, swaying her hips all the while.

"Smooth, ain't I?" Irwin smirked at Gordon, the latter merely rolling his eyes.

Irwin was never that much of a ladies' man in his previous life, so whenever that side of him flares up, he would always chalk it up to Richard's muscle memory.

'Is it because I'm just rich and handsome or maybe it's a hidden skill?', he contemplated quite seriously, 'like my extreme luck!'

[Flight AA204 now boarding]

"That's us." Irwin grabbed his luggage, which basically consist of his go-to magic prep bag.

They walked towards the terminal before a lanky man approached them with a sickly sweet smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Greythorne." The man greeted with a toothy smile. "Unfortunately, your limited edition Colt M1911 pistol cannot be hand-carried. But the administrator have agreed for the item to be stored within the cockpit for its safety.

"That's a shame. Good work." Irwin accepted the situation, tipping the man $1,000 for his troubles. "I'll keep in touch, Jeremy."

"Thank you, sir." Jeremy nodded his head repeatedly, discreetly pocketing the money as if there were hundreds of people around which there were not.

Irwin chuckled at the man's vanishing form as they boarded the plane along with twenty-three other passengers.

"I thought you put all your weapons in my car?" Gordon asked.

"Your car will be delivered to my estate within 2-3 business days. Too long for my taste, it's easier to bring it with me on the plane." Irwin replied. "Money's not a problem, Gordon; it's the solution. You should learn that rule as fast as possible."

The stewardess, recognizing Irwin, smiled at the two and personally lead them towards their first-class cabin. Unlike when he arrived in Montana this morning, the flight to California was bereft of vapid forms of many passengers. In fact, if he includes the crew, barely thirty people were aboard the aircraft.

As they took their seat, getting comfortable for a rather long flight, Irwin thanked the female flight attendant.

Gordon eyed Irwin and tried to keep to himself, but, unfortunately, could not help but ask, "Seriously, did you screw that blonde too?"

"I don't think so..." Irwin scrunched his face. ''Maybe?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I lost my memories when my werewolf maid ate my heart out." He said honestly, a smile on his face. "It's all good now. Got a new heart back on. Killed the maid. Now we have only one servant in the house and she's kind of bitchy and also she may love me with all her heart, but I also killed her mother, which means I'm the only person in her life that means something to her."

"It's weird, huh?"

"Very weird." Irwin replied, clicking on his Ipod and scrolling around the playlist. "You aren't gonna ask about the heart-"

"Too rich for my blood"

●●●Flight AA204 Cockpit●●●

"Warning and Enunciator lights?" Henry cracked his neck as he began flying procedures.

"Check." Lewis replied, yawning off his hangover. "Saw a pregnant woman back there."

"How pregnant?" Henry asked. "Anti-skids light?"

"Off. One turbulence and the baby's surfing on the plane carpet." Lewis joked.

"I thought women can't fly while on their third trimester?" Henry shook his head at the stupidity of other people. "Landing gear?"

"Down, three green." Lewis shrugged at the question. "There's always stupid people everywhere. Can't help that."

As they checked pre-flight procedure, the stewardess that led Irwin and Gordon entered the cockpit. "Good evening, gentlemen. I'll be heading with you tonight."

"Saw the pregnant woman, Mary?" Lewis asked, gaining a light jab from Henry. "What? I'm just asking."

"I saw," Mary replied with a knowing smile. "Turns out she's from Indonesia, travelling to LAX so that she can go home in time for her birth."

"Well, that is adorable." Henry cooed, glaring at his co-pilot. "And you, just check the damn levers, will you?"

Lewis held up his hands in a mock defeat. "Busy night?"

"Thank god for that. Only 25 passenger. 4 in first class. 1 of which is one handsome devil. You'll like him, Hen." Mary smirked at her friend. Although they rarely take the same flights, her longevity with the airline had allowed her some purview to which flight she could attend. Her favourite flights were with Henry Trisbane, an experienced pilot with a secret hankering for gossip.

"I wish I could." Henry held up his hands, a silver ring twinkling in his index.

Lewis scoffed at the sight, rolling his eyes in disgust. "Goddamn, monogamist."

Laughter filled the cockpit as the duo prepared for the flight ahead.

●●●First-Class Cabin●●●

Irwin woke up to a stir, face sweating from a half-remembered dream. He clenched his hands into a tight fist, calming himself from the nightmare. All he could remember was mocking the color beige.

He craned his neck and saw Gordon asleep in his seat, his back to the walls of the plane and, if he strained his eyes enough, he could see Gordon gently caressing a small knife.

God knows where that came from, and frankly, Irwin didn't want to ask.

He took his smartphone and took a picture, "For prosperity!" He chuckled.

He smiled at the sight of the man. Gordon, for all his faults, was a damn good hunter. Capable of going toe-to-toe with multiple vampires and hunting the Winchester brothers.

Although he did go off without so much of a bang, his blind focus to the point of obsession makes him a good soldier against the demons. As long as he's given weapons against his enemies, it will only be a matter of time before either he or they got killed.

"With him now on my side, I need me some R&R!" He whispered to himself, walking down the aisle.

The other seats of the cabin were mostly empty, with the occasional high-end escorts accompanying old geezers. Irwin could not help but chuckle to himself, thinking of a time where his body would soon join them in their quest for ego-driven sex.

The first class galley was rather large, even for Irwin's expectation. An oaken table bedecked with cold cuts, moldy cheese, and stale bread. A bar, currently unoccupied, were filled with liquors, most of them newly made and brandished under neon lights.

"Thousands of dollars for these?" Irwin scrunched his nose in disgust, searching for edible food. He walked towards the stairs up the lavatory when he heard voices, whispering voices.

"-a bastard?" One voice conspired in a hushed tone.

"What? No, I just think her parents are strict." Another voice defended. "Remember Chu? When she got pregnant by that millionaire?"

Soon, another voice interrupted the voices.

In an alarmed and panicking tone, a deeper voice, most likely a man, loudly whispered, "Help me upstairs! Her water just burst!"