Hey, this is a really short opening chapter. I just want to see if anybody would like this. And to see if there was any point in starting a multi-length story. It is an AU. It is just a story based on an idea- what if the plane

crashes in "phantom traveller"?

Disclaimer- Of course, I own nothing.

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Dean was frozen in fear. He was screaming. He did not care. The stupid fricking plane was crashing and HE WAS ON IT. It seemed like such a good idea on solid ground, not when 3,000 feet in the air. He clutched

the side of the plane. It was shaking really bad. The roaring filled his ears. He could hear screaming. He was probably screaming too. He struggled to hold on.

God he was going to die on a fricking plane! The one time he gets on the damn things and it kills him!

Dean wondered where Sam was. If Sam could get the Demon before they hit the ground, maybe they would not die. Come on Sammy, he urged mentally. He did have the strength to shout any encouragement. The

plane gave another lurch. Dean lost his grip. He was thrown towards the opposite wall. His back hit it with a dull thud. He weakly grasped the side of the wall, trying to hold on. He was easily thrown again. This time

he hit his back harder. He let out a string of muttered curses. Time was running out. He knew that. There was only so much air they could fall through before they had to hit something.

Come on Sammy,He thought weakly as he was thrown again, I don't want to die on a plane.

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The screams were louder. Sam tried to ignore them. Latin was hard enough to translate when he was alone. Add in the crashing plane, imminent death and earfuls of screaming- his translating skills were not up to much

today. Come on Sam. Outwardly his mouth spilled out latin. He was aware that it probably sounded like nonsense to anyone who was listening. Yet, they probably did not care right now. Imminent death was not

something they had to deal with every other week, unlike him. Sam ignored his pounding heart. He knelt in the aisle. The plane rocked from side to side. He could see a woman grip her seat harder and wimper. Sam

could hear a prayer being said. Sam fell forward with the force of the shake. The book slid out of his grasp again. He jumped forward himself. His arm snaked in front of him. "Come on!" Sam knew that lives were

depending on him. His life depended on his ability to finish the spell and excorcise the damn demon. His brother's life depended on him. The plan shook again violently. Sam heard several dull thuds. Sam assumed

that it was the luggage falling from the overhead compartments. It fell quickly and fast. Sam did not have time to protect himself. A tan case fell on him. It hit his head with a crack. Sam was knocked unconscious

instantly. His body went limp. He was consumed by blackness. He did not have time for a single thought. He layon the aisle floor oblivious to the crashing plane. He was oblivious to the noise. He was oblivious to the

screams. Blood pooled around his head.

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Dean was getting weaker. He was in pain. He was getting thrown from one side of the plane to the other. He had at least a couple of broken ribs. The roaring grew louder in his ears. He could hear the people

screaming from their seats. It will be okay. He wanted to tell them. Sammy will kill the demon. The plane will not crash. He cursed out loud. It made him feel a little better. I am not going to die. I will not die. I

do not intend on dying. I have too much to do. He added sarcastically. Dying would take too much time. The rumbling grew louder. The noise was deafening. There was a flash. A bright light. Dean was thrown

like a rag doll. His body flopped as it impacted. The screaming stopped. The plane crashed.