Demons.
Demons were one thing. Evil. Destruction. Way above their paygrade. Every case lately seemed to Sam like the first, something he'd never seen before, something he hoped to never see again. But man…
Dean was right. Demons want one thing, this demon one thing specifically. They want death, destruction. Tornado demons cause tornados, disease demons cause disease. General demons just kill and slaughter or frighten or are really ghosts mistaken as demons. Plane demons, though horrible, follow through the demon logic. Plane demons crash planes. Hellish and terrible, but at least the logic of demons followed through.
This though…the dead, black eyes of the co-pilot staring up at him, smirking, his voice rattling the plane, reverberating through the whole sky. Deep like it came from the bowels of Hell itself.
I know what happened to your girlfriend.
Dean was probably right. Demons aren't all powerful. They can't even possess whoever they want, they have to worm their way in. They can see everything someone's afraid, use it to get leverage, to get their way. And isn't that what the demon got, in the end? The demon wanted Sam to stop reciting the exorcism, and he said what he did about Jessica, and Sam stopped.
If it was Dean reciting the exorcism, it could have said something about Dad or Mom or hell, even flying.
She died screaming.
Sam just wished he could believe that it was just the demon getting into his head, just lying. Demons lie, Dean reminded him. But so do people, so do Sam and Dean. But they also tell the truth. At least as often as they lie.
Besides, Dean didn't have all the facts. He didn't know that the dreams Sam had after Jessica's death are different than the one he had before Jessica's death. Dean didn't know anything about the dreams he had before Jessica died.
But maybe Dean wasn't as confident as he was pretending. Dad was missing, leaving a message on his voicemail for anyone with an emergency to call Dean. The coordinates with the Wendigo, like he found a case he didn't have the time to save some poor hikers in the woods.
Like he was getting close to whatever killed Mom, like everything he turned himself into after she died was about to mean something. Like he was almost Done.
And didn't it bother Dean just a little that Jessica died just like Mom, down to the fire, down to Sam, staring up at the person he loved most in the world, burning to a crisp before his eyes.
Even now she's burning.
A/N: It's very short because it's very late, but I'm super backed up with my writing and my work schedule is super busy. This is still an exciting project for me, so stick around if you want.