Chapter One

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Dean could smell the smoke as he opened his eyes slowly, moaning as dull pain shot through his entire body. More of his senses came back to him as the screaming was the first thing he heard. He sat up slowly, dusting off the sand from his arms as his eyes went wide at the sight before him.

He was on a beach. A beach that was littered with the charred wreckage of the plane he had been traveling on. The middle of the plane was as intact as it could be after wrecking, but was missing the cockpit and tail end.

Dean kept his attention focused on the empty spot on the beach where the tail end of the plane should have been attached to the middle. The same tail end that Sam had gone to so he could use the bathroom. "Oh no," he murmured, shooting to his feet. He darted through the people and wreckage in his way, his eyes going over everything in his path as panic began to settle in. "No, no, this can't be happening."

"HEY, GET OVER HERE. GIVE ME A HAND."

Dean barely heard the voice yelling over the still working engine as he looked over his shoulder to see a frantic man in a suit motioning to a man pinned underneath one of the wheels. He ran forward with several other men that had heard the call for help, looking at the jagged piece of metal attached to the wheel to find a spot to grab. He knelt down with everyone else, grabbing an edge and looking at the man in the suit, waiting for his signal.

"ON THE COUNT OF THREE," the man in the suit yelled over the running engine. "ONE…TWO…THREE."

Dean grunted as he used all of his remaining strength to lift the metal away from the ground, annoyed that even with help, this was wearing him out. As they steadied the metal, the man in the suit grabbed the moaning man and pulled him out from underneath, dropping down at his bloody pants and ripping away the offending fabric.

Dean hovered over him watching in case he needed any help. He smirked as the man in the suit removed his tie and looped it around the injured man's leg, creating a makeshift tourniquet. Please tell me we were lucky enough to crash on this island with a doctor, Dean thought.

"HELP!" Dean heard a woman shout. He turned towards the water, the site of a very pregnant woman crawling away from some of the wreckage while holding her stomach making him sick. "PLEASE HELP ME."

Dean looked back down at the man in the suit, his face reflecting what Dean was feeling as he looked up at him. "Man, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can handle delivering a baby."

The main the suit nodded as he stood up, motioning to the man they had pulled out from under the wheel. "Alright, get him out of here," he yelled over the roaring engine. He gestured to a bald man standing with them. "Get him away from the engine," he continued to yell as he took off in a sprint towards the pregnant woman.

The bald man crouched down with him, helping him pick up the man on the ground. "I'm John, by the way."

Dean glanced over at him, grunting as he supported the weight of the man they were carrying. "I'm Dean. Are you ready?"

John nodded as they started half carrying half walking him away from the wreckage. The engine noises got louder as they passed right near it before John stopped, glancing back over his shoulder. "HEY! GET AWAY!" He yelled as a man stumbled in front of the engine.

The man cupped his ears, trying to hear John over the engine's roar before getting sucked in. Dean and John were pushed forward as an explosion rocked the beach, sending even more debris everywhere. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled, his eyes wide as flaming metal rained down around them.

"Hey, are you guys ok?" Dean asked, glad that he didn't have to yell over the engine anymore.

"Yeah, I'm good," John answered him.

"Aside from the obvious, I'm fine," the man told him.

"Alright, it's time for plan B," Sam said with a shrug. "We're getting on that plane."

Dean's back stiffened at his brother's words. "Wh…whoa…now, just hold on a second," he said, holding his hand out in a placating gesture.

"Dean, that plane is leaving. With over a hundred passengers on board," his brother re-informed him. "And if we're right, that plane is going to crash."

"I know!"

"Ok! So we're getting on that plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it," Sam told him, not noticing the panicked look crossing his brother's face. "Look, I'll get the tickets, you just go get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes."

Sam turned to walk away, stopping as he realized that his brother was still standing in the exact same place. "Are you ok?"

Dean nonchalantly shrugged, scrunching up his face before letting his eyes go wide again. "No, not really."

"What? What's wrong?" His brother asked, taking a step towards him.

"Well, I kind of have a problem with, uh...uh," he began, moving his hand away from him in a shooing motion before giving up and letting out a deep sigh.

"Flying?" Sam surmised in disbelief.

Dean held out his arms, the fear starting to show on his face. "It's never really been an issue till now!" He hissed.

"You're joking, right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Dean hissed, the panic coming through in his voice. "Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

Sam shook his head in disbelief, trying to wrap his mind around his fearless older brother actually having a fear. "Alright. Uh, I'll go."

"What?"

"I'll do this one on my own," Sam said with a shrug.

"Are you nuts?" Dean asked, pointing his finger at him. "You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash."

"Look, Dean, we can do it together or I can do this one by myself," Sam reasoned with him. "I'm not seeing a third option here!"

"Come on," Dean whined, slapping his hands against his side. "Really? Man."

Dean slumped down onto the warm sand, his throat constricting with several emotions that he was fighting to keep at bay. Why the hell did I have to pull him out of school, Dean mused as he tried to even out his labored breathing.

"He's alright, you know," Dean heard from above him. He looked up to see an older black woman, a grim smile on her face as she clutched at a ring hanging on the chain around her neck.

"Excuse me?"

She nodded her head towards the jungle before taking a seat next to him in the sand. She looked out towards the water, sighing as the sun sank further into the horizon. "That young man you were flying with. He's gonna be just fine."

Dean gave her a sidelong glance, trying to keep most of his attention focused on the water. "I appreciate you trying to reassure me and all…"

"If the truth reassures you, then that's great," she answered him, clutching tighter to her necklace before giving him her full attention. "Let me guess, you're the kind of person that needs things shown to him in order for you to believe them, right?"

Dean looked back out at the water, his mind racing with all of the things he had seen in his life as a hunter. All of the demons, the spirits, the monsters and everything else that had been begging for him to kill them before realizing that had his father not involved him in hunting the demon, he would be blissfully ignorant to the evils in the world. "Yeah, I guess you're right on that one."

"Well, seeing as I have no proof to my statement, how about you just take a leap of faith and believe me."

Dean chuckled at the woman as he looked over his shoulder at the two fires that were being fed as the sun sank lower into the water. "What's your name?"

"Rose."

"Dean," he told her, motioning to himself. "Look, I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna head down and see if I can help with those fires. Anything to keep my mind occupied. You gonna be ok by yourself?"

"I'll be fine, honey. Just gonna sit and watch the sunset." She nodded up at him as he stood up, and brushed the sand off of his hands before giving her one last smile and heading back up to the beach.

"If I can just wait it out until the sun comes back up, I'll be able to go out into the jungle and look for the tail end," Dean told himself as he approached a short blonde man and a darker skinned man that were already discussing the fires.

"Charlie, we need help with the fire," the dark skinned man said as he handed a log off to the man named Charlie. "No one will see it if it isn't big."

"Ok, I'm on it," Charlie said, putting the log he had been handed onto the fire. "What's your name?"

"Sayid," the man answered back.

"I'm Dean," Dean interrupted them, pointing to himself as they both turned to look at him. "Sayid and Charlie, right?" He pointed to each of them, smiling as they nodded their head in the affirmative. "I figured you guys could use some help getting these fires bigger."

"That would be greatly appreciated," Sayid told him. "We'll all head out into the jungle. Bring back what you can find."

"You'd think they would have come by now," Sayid murmured to Dean and Charlie.

"I was thinking the same thing, man," Dean told him. "I can't imagine any major airline not working around the clock to find one of their missing planes."

"Especially when our plane had to be carrying over three hundred people," Sayid agreed with him. "Something about all of this doesn't feel right."

Charlie looked back and forth between the two and shrugged before going back to drawing on the tape wrapped around his fingers. Time passed quietly between the three as Dean thought about his brother, hoping he was alive and well.

He looked back over at the two men he was sitting with, about to open his mouth to end the silence when a loud roaring sound pierced it first. Dean, Sayid and Charlie shot to their feet along with the rest of the survivors.

"That was weird, right?" Charlie asked as all three of them moved forward, their eyes fixed on the jungle as they watched the trees shift and twist in sync with the roaring.

"Did anybody see that?" The pregnant girl yelled out to everyone else.

Dean stopped next to Charlie, his eyes moving through the jungle as he tried to follow the trajectory of the roaring. He felt someone stop at his left and looked over to share a confused look with the man from earlier that had made a tourniquet.

His eyes widened at the moaning accompanying the roaring as he watched more and more trees twist and bend in the jungle. The jungle his brother could be in at that very moment.

"Terrific," Charlie muttered next to him.

"Alright, man, I'm gonna head to the bathroom real fast," Sam said, standing up from his seat and stretching out his limbs. "You gonna be ok here?"

"Dude, last time I checked, I wasn't a child. I'll be fine," Dean hissed at him, trying to look nonchalant as he continued to clutch at his chair's arms like his life depended on it.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's snappy response before sitting back down and grabbing the bag he stowed under his seat. "Look, I didn't know if you'd need this or not, but I made you something that should help you calm down during the flight."

"You know how to make sedatives?" Dean asked, looking over at his brother and watching as he rummaged around in his bag.

Sam ignored him as he continued to search his bag, smiling as he found what he'd been looking for. "Ah-ha," he exclaimed as he pulled out a new portable CD player. Dean looked at the object in his hand in confusion before looking back up at his brother. "Ok, I know you prefer tapes to CDs, but I couldn't find any tape players for sale in Sydney…something about obsolete technology."

"Hey!" Dean remarked, ready to defend the box of cassette tapes he kept in his car.

"So, I bought you this instead," Sam continued. "And, I went ahead and burned you a CD."

"You burned me a CD? How is a burnt CD supposed to help me?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head in disbelief as he attached the headphones to the CD player and handed them to Dean who rolled his eyes as he put them on his ears. He pressed the play button for his brother and watched as some of the tension melted away from his face. "It's Blue Oyster Cult."

"Yeah, basically it's a classic rock mix," Sam explained. "And, I made you four more different ones to get you through the flight. I know how it helps you relax."

Dean smiled over at his brother, touched at the thought before clearing his throat and composing himself against the almost chick flick moment. "Thanks man, this should help."

"Alright, well," Sam began with a triumphant smile. "Now, that that's taken care of I'm gonna head to the bathroom, but I'll be right back." Sam told him, chuckling as his brother barely looked up at him from the brand new CD player.

Sam turned and walked down the aisle towards the bathrooms, smiling at a few people that looked up at him before he reached the restroom and opened up the door. "Excuse me," he heard behind him.

Sam turned around to see an older man, practically dancing in the aisle. "I hate to ask this, but would you mind if I went ahead of you? It seems like my new medication chose now to kick in."

Sam looked back towards the empty bathroom in earnest before shaking his head and turning back to the man with a smile. "Sure, go ahead. I'll just wait right here."

"Thank you so much," the man told him as he rushed past him and shut the bathroom door. Sam looked around him and mumbled a curse as he noticed that all of the seats around the bathroom were filled.

"Full flight," a voice said to Sam. He looked down to see a Hispanic woman sitting in the aisle seat near the bathroom, smirking up at him. "You're a better person than me to give up your place in the bathroom line for a complete stranger."

"Yeah, well. He made a very convincing argument," Sam countered with a smirk. "I've never been in the position of having medication kick in during a 15 hour flight."

The woman groaned around a chuckle, shaking her head in mock annoyance before looking back up at him. "You just had to remind me that we're stuck in this plane for 15 hours, huh?"

Sam chuckled back at her as he tapped against his leg distractedly while he looked around at the rest of the cabin, hoping the guy in front of him would hurry up.

He smiled as his eyes landed on the back of his brother's head, glad to see him bobbing his head to the music. He continued his scan, his eyes stopping across the aisle from where he and his brother were sitting, watching as a young brunette woman spoke with the man sitting next to her.

He grabbed onto the chair of the woman he had been speaking with, steadying himself as the plane rocked a bit.

"You might want to head back to your seat," she told him with a small smile.

"Nah, it's just a little turbulence. I'll be fine," Sam answered her distractedly as he continued looking at the brunette woman and the man sitting next to her. His eyes widened in embarrassment as the man turned around and caught him staring at them. The man smiled at him and nodded politely before his eyes flashed a bright yellow.

"Son of a…"

The turbulence picked up, overtaking the cabin quickly. Sam braced himself, trying against the turbulence to get back to his chair. Before he could protect himself, he was flung from his feet and slammed into the ceiling above him, a sickening crack being the last thing he heard as he lost all consciousness.

Author's Note: Ok, so what's up with this site getting rid of the little things you put in to indicate a page break? I was looking over my other WIP story "Supernatural Calling" and it all seems run together. So, I'm gonna be doing some editing and getting it reposted at the same time as I post another chapter. In the meantime, I've gotten real into Lost and the first thing I notice is the YED is the same actor for the Marshall. CROSSOVER IDEA!!! Hehe…hope everyone enjoys!