The Doctor gave the young man who was clinging for dear life to the control console beside him a sidelong glance.
"You know Dean, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm an excellent pilot." But Dean didn't do anything to acknowledge that anything had been said to him except grip onto the metal bar tighter.
"It has less to do with how well you can operate this thing and more to do with heights." Sam explained from Dean's other side. He was enjoying the outlandish adventure far more than his brother.
"No!" Dean was obviously trying to sound less freaked than he really was. "I'm just worried about my baby."
"Your car will be fine." The Doctor said, "Merlin did that binding spell plenty strong. Besides, cars from that era are rather durable."
"She'd better be." Dean warned, but the green tinge on his face offset his intimidating scowl. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Then why aren't we in it instead of this wooden box?" Asked John who was hanging on to one of the pillars.
"I've explained how it works