Phantom traveler

It's around five in the morning when I wake up from a sudden noise, the door of our motel room opened. I squint my eyes and raise my head slightly, looking over at Dean's bed that's directly next to me. I see he's awake too, his eyes are wide open. This is weird, why did our motel door open? We are all asleep, this has got to be a threat, at least that's what we're supposed to think. Everything that's not normal for us is a threat! A rule dad drilled into us from moment one.

Dean brings his finger to his lips very slowly and motions to me to not make a sound. I nod slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. I've just woken up and my imagination is not under control yet. This could be anything, from a ghost to the room service.

The motel door closes and we can hear footsteps coming our way. I inhale deeply. In one move Dean turns around and I sit up, ready to pounce whoever just came through that door. Nothing of that sort is needed though, cause Sam's standing in front of us, carrying two coffee's and one orange juice.

"Morning sunshine." He laughs at Dean, who groans while I drop back down on my pillow with a sigh of relief and annoyance.

"What time is it?" Dean asks in his tired, husky morning voice. "It's about fife forty five." Sam answers way too cheerful and both me and Dean make a sound of protest. "In the morning?" Dean grumbles. "Yea!" Sam answers shortly and way to awake for my taste. "Where did the day go!" Dean mutters sarcastically, before turning around slightly. "Did you get any sleep last night?" He asks and Sam answers way too quickly to not be lying. "Yeah I got a couple of hours." He answers and I snort. "You're a liar." I tell him and sit up, curling the sheets around me while Dean swings his legs out of bed. "She's right, I woke up at three and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial." He backs me up and Sam throws his hands in the air as far as he can with the drinks still in his arms. "Hey, what can I say. It's riveting TV." He jokes and Dean rolls his eyes. "When was the last time you got a good night sleep?" He asks, ignoring Sam's comment. "I don't know, a little while I guess. Not a big deal." Sam answers lightly and I shake my head. "Yes it is." I protest and Sam chuckles. "Look guys, I appreciate your concern…" He starts, but Dean interrupts him. "Oh I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." He tells his brother with a slight sarcastic note and I chuckle. Sam shakes his head, but then Dean gets more serious, I can see it by the way his eyes darken.

"But seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?" He asks and I gasp slightly, glaring at him. He did not hold back on that one. I would never just ask Sam that, too afraid of getting him sad again, but my brothers have always been more comfortable speaking to each other than to me. I guess because I'm the little sister who needs to be protected at all costs or something.

Sam flinches slightly at the name of his deceased girlfriend, but sighs and walks towards my bed, sitting down next to me. "Yeah, but it's not just her, it's everything." He says while handing Dean his coffee and putting my orange juice on my bedside table. "I forgot man, this job, it gets to ya." He adds and I nod slowly, I get where he's coming from. I used to have nightmares all the time, especially when I just found out about all the hunter stuff. Dreams about all the monsters lurking in the dark, I even became deathly afraid of the dark at some point, but eventually realized that there's nothing goanna happen to me as long as I got my two brothers.

"Well, you can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." Dean tells his brother while sipping his coffee, looking sideways at me shortly. I sigh and lean my head against Sam's shoulder. "So what, all this? It never keeps you up at night?" Sam asks and Dean shakes his head slightly. "Never? You're never afraid?" Sam adds and Dean shakes his head once again, his features neutral. "No, not really." He answers and I can't hide my snort, I know my big brother is buff and strong, but I'm not believing nothing scares him and neither does Sam. He reaches for Dean's pillow and hauls out a big hunting knife, dangling it in front of Dean with a satisfying grin on his face while I gasp and then laugh.

Dean raises his eyebrows and grabs the knife, holding it to his face with a knowing look. "That's not fear, that's precaution." He tells us before putting the knife back under his pillow and I shake my head fondly while Sam sighs. "Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." He murmurs and sips his coffee.

Dean's phone rings and we all look up, while Dean reaches for it. He grabs it and looks at it in confusion, we all do. We hunters don't have a very extended circle of people we know and speak to. But what's the real confusing part here is that people aren't supposed to have our number, that's what being a hunter is all about. You save people, you hunt the evil, but you do it without the glory and recognition and you do it without getting attached to people, the job is way too dangerous for that.

The phone rings for the third time and Dean slightly shrugs, before flipping it open. "Hello?" He mumbles and soon his face falls from suspicion into a normal smirk. "Oh right, yeah up in Kittening, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing, it's not back, is it?" he mutters into the phone and Sam leans his head to the side in curiosity while I nod, I understand who he's talking to. He has Jerry on the phone, dad and Dean helped him a few years back with indeed a poltergeist.

Dean listens to Jerry with a confused expression and then raises his eyebrows. "What is it?" He asks and then nods. "Sure, we'll be there soon, hang in there." He mutters and then hangs up, putting the phone down. Sam and I stare at him with a frown, not sure what this is about.

"Jerry needs help. Come on, let's move." He mutters while standing up and that's the only explanation we get. Sam sighs and rubs his eyes, sipping his coffee while I slip into the bathroom, time for a shower. Dean follows as soon as I'm out and about a half hours later we're in the car.

It's not a long drive thankfully, but after an hour I put my head on the soft cushions of the backseat of the impala and slowly drift back to sleep.

I get woken up approximately an hour later, Dean's hovering over me. I shiver while slowly opening my eyes and wince against the bright light.

"Time to get up, puppy. We're here." He tells me gently and slowly picks me up from the backseat and puts me down next to the impala. I shiver again, which makes him pull out his jacket and hangs it around my shoulder. I smile at him gratefully while following him towards a small building.

"What, no motel room?" I question groggily and Sam chuckles. "No, let's see if this is a job first before we settle in." He answers me and I nod, grabbing his arm, holding on to him as we walk.

We enter the building and soon we're met by Jerry himself. I have heard the whole story when Dean came back from that hunt so I already know who he is.

"Dean." The man says fondly and gives Dean a hand with a bright smile. "Jerry, how are you doing?" Dean answers and Jerry smiles, shaking his hand. Then he turns around and looks at me. "And you must be Skye, the little sister." He says and I nod friendly, letting go of Sam's arm to greet the guy. "Jerry, this is my brother Sam." Dean introduces Sam and Jerry gives him a hand as well, grinning. Then he starts walking and we follow him.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick, I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around." He says while guiding us through the building and then slightly looks back at Sam. "Dean and your dad really helped me out." He explains and Sam nods. "Yeah, he told me, it was a poltergeist." He replies just as we walk past a group of workers. "Poltergeist? Man, I love that movie." I hear one of them shout in a joking matter, which makes me chuckle. Those people have no clue whatsoever and maybe that's for the best.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you, keep walking." Jerry shouts at the workers, before sighing. "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. To tell you something…" He starts and looks the other way back at Dean and me.
"If it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." He says while walking around a corner and I roll my eyes at the smug, satisfied smile Dean gives Sam. As to tell him: 'See? The job isn't so bad after all!'

"Your dad said you were off to college, that right?" Jerry asks Sam after a short silence and I quickly grab his arm again, trying to ease him up cause he's tensing up already. "Yeah I was. I'm… taking some time off." He answers with his voice completely under control. "Well, he was real proud of ya, I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry mumbles and Dean looks at Sam once again, this time wearing his 'I told you so' look. Sam just looks confused and a tad surprised. "He did?" He asks slowly. "Yeah he did." Jerry answers him and Sam actually smiles a bit at that, making me smile too. "Oh you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing anyway?" Jerry then asks and turns towards Dean, who quickly tries to think of an answer, glancing at Sam. "He's eh… wrapped up in a job right now." He answers hesitantly and Jerry turns back around. "well, we're missing the old man, we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" He jokes while completely turning around, walking backwards with a laugh. Dean chuckles at that, glancing over at his brother, who's smiling along side with me. "No, not by a long shot." Sam answers with a chuckle, but I jab him with my elbow, looking up at him angrily. I hate when he says that kind of stuff, he shouldn't think like that.

"I have something I want you guys to hear." Jerry mumbles as we arrive outside a little office and Jerry walks inside, sitting down at his desk, looking troubled. Dean and Sam look at the two chairs in front of the desk and glance at each other. Then Dean sits down and Sam gently pushes me towards the other one, moving behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. I roll my eyes, but settle down.

"I listened to this and well, it sounded like it was up your ally." Jerry starts, grabbing a compact disc out of his computer and places it in a CD player. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." He explains while looking at Dean intently, hitting play. The sound of rustling is heard out of the CD player and soon voices start talking. But there's a weird sound smudged over those voices and I see Sam frowns when he hears it. The weird noises get louder and louder and both Sam and Dean are listening intently. And so am I, if I want to be a hunter I've got to learn, even if it scares me, which these sounds do. I actually jump a little when a loud screech is heard after a little silence and I can feel Sam's thumps caressing my shoulder blades, trying to ease me down a little. Dean glances at Sam with a look I know all too well, this is definitely our kind of thing.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow and nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board, only seven got out alive." Jerry gives us all the information he has and Dean nods slowly. "The pilot was one, his name is Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine. Chuck is eh… well he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault." Jerry mumbles in a sadder tone and Sam raises his eyebrows. "You think it wasn't?" He asks. "No, it wasn't." Jerry answers, sounding dead sure.

Dean sighs while Sam lets me go, walking around my chair. "Jerry, we're goanna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors…" He starts and Dean interrupts. "Right, and eh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" He asks and Sam's head whirls around, looking at Jerry, who's looking anxious. "The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage… Fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse, no way I've got that kind of clearance." He answers and Sam glances at Dean, who looks troubled. Then he nods. "No problem." He mutters with a wink and stands up from his chair. I follow his lead immediately. "Time to figure this out Jerry, thanks for calling us." Dean says, sticking his hand out to Jerry, who takes it with a smile. "Off course, good luck, keep me posted." He says and gives Sam a hand as well. He ruffles my hair affectionately before walking out of the office. He returns ten minutes later with a list of survivors and the passenger manifests. He hands it to Dean. "Come on, we've got to move." Dean says and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the office, Sam following us. "What do you plan on doing about the wreckage?" I ask him and he smirks at me. "You'll see." He chuckles.

An hour later me and Sam are leaning against the impala, standing in front of a photo shop in town. Dean went in half an hour ago and we still got no clue what he's up to. "What the hell is he planning?" I mutter in annoyance and Sam chuckles. "Whatever it is, it's probably goanna be good." He answers me and I shove him lightly. "You think he'll include me?" I ask a little more serious and Sam frowns at that. "Honey, why are you so worried about that all the time, you're here with us, aren't you?" He tells me softly and I shrug, tugging my hair back behind my ear.

A few seconds later the door of the store opens and Dean walks out, looking a little too long at the girl who just passed him, walking in. Then he turns to us. "You've been in there forever!" Sam accuses with his arms raised and Dean ignores him, holding up three passes. "You can't rush perfection." He retorts while handing me and Sam a pass, ruffling my hair in the process. "Homeland security? That's pretty illegal…" Sam mutters in annoyance while looking at his pass. "Even for us…" He adds a little worried and I laugh, looking at my picture on the pass. Nothing is too illegal for me, definitely not since this is proof I'll be included in this hunt. "Yeah well, it's something new, you know. People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean answers while walking around the car and we all get back in, me zipping up Dean's jacket. I'm still wearing it and I like it on me, it gives me a badass look, the kind of look a hunter should have.

"Alright, so what do you got?" Dean asks and I look at Sam with a frown. He actually already did research? I've got to start paying more attention. Research in most cases is the clue to figuring it all out. "Well, there's definitely EBP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam starts. "Yeah?"

"Listen…" Sam answers and clicks a few times on his laptop before turning it so Dean and I can see it. He plays the recording and the voice that comes out of it raises the hairs on the back of my neck. Damn, that's creepy. "No survivors…" The voice whispers and I shudder. Dean's reaction is milder, he just raises his eyebrows. "No survivors? What's that supposed to mean, there were seven survivors." He mutters and Sam shrugs, looking at the laptop. "Got me." He mumbles and Dean shakes his head. "So, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?" He asks and I'm about to react to that, but Sam gets there first and his comment does make more sense.

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships like phantom travelers." He mutters and to that I can respond correctly. "Yeah, remember flight 401?" I say and Dean nods. "Right, the one that crashed and airlines savaged some of its parts and put it in other planes. Then the spirits of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights." He explains quickly and Sam nods, glancing back at his computer. "Right, maybe we got a similar deal." He mutters while Dean makes a sound of agreement and fastens his seatbelt. "Alright, so the survivors. Which one do you want to talk to first?" He asks, grabbing the list Jerry got us, holding it in front of us. He looks back and winks at me. "Pick one?" He asks and I nod eagerly, scooting forward. "Actually… I think we should pick the third one the list. Max Javey." Sam interrupts me and Dean and I both look at him with a frown. "Alright, why him?" Dean asks. "Well, for one, he's from around here and two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam answers and I scoot back in my seat, that's what you get for not doing research. You don't know the stuff you should know, like Sam now does. Damn it.

"What makes you say that?" Dean asks curiously. "Well, I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him." Sam explains and I sigh, he did research and called around, why didn't I see him do that and why didn't I think of that?

"Riverfront psychiatric hospital."
"Huh."

"Well, you wouldn't check yourself in there if you didn't think you were going crazy for perhaps seeing something that couldn't possibly happen." I sigh and Dean sticks his thump up to me. "Exactly, well spoken pup. Let's move." He praises me and starts the car. I just roll my eyes, I don't know anything about hunting and if they won't teach me then I never will, which upsets me greatly.

We drive towards this psychiatric hospital and thankfully it takes only half an hour. If it would have been any longer, my brothers would've started noticing my passive aggressive silence and we would have had 'the talk'. To tell you one thing, I hope I never have 'the talk' with them, not about any subject.

We get out, walk in and ask for Max. We get to show our badges and that's a big moment for me, the first time I get to show my badge. It gives me a little twinge in the stomach while my cheeks turn red, it's almost like I'm beaming. The nurse does look at me funny, cause the badge says I'm twenty one, but she decides to ignore it. She walks us into the garden, towards a young guy who's sitting on a bench, staring into the distance. He looks troubled with himself and I actually feel for him. He doesn't know that whatever he saw was probably the real deal and that he's not going crazy at all. But then again, I would think that too if I didn't know what I know now.

"Max, these people are from homeland security and they want to have a talk with you." The nurse introduces us and Max slowly gets up from the bench, looking confused. The nurse pats him on the back affectionately before walking away and I smile at the guy, who does not smile back. "I don't understand, I already spoke with homeland security." Max mutters while he starts to walk a little further into the garden and we follow him. "Right. Some new information has come up so if you could just answer a couple questions." Dean explains, turning slightly towards Max. "Before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam starts out of the blue and I see Max tense up immediately, which means he definitely saw something. "Like what?" He asks. "Strange lights… eehm, weird noises maybe, voices…?" Dean sums up to help him on his way, but Max has already made up his mind and shakes his head.

"No." He mutters shortly while we all sit down at a picnic table on a grass field. I take place next to him on purpose, maybe I can get him to tell us. Sam and Dean can come across as very intimidating, while I usually approach more gently. "Mr. Javey, you checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asks and Max nods. "Can I ask why?" Dean goes on and Max immediately shoots into his defensive mode, I recognize it easily. "I was a little stressed, I survived a plane crash!" He tells us, his voice rising a bit while his hands clench into fists nervously. "Uhuh, and that's what terrified you, that's what you are afraid off?" Dean replies and I avoid a shake of my head, this is what I mean with coming across as insensitive and off course Max shuts down. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max mutters and I can see he's not telling us something, he's not telling us why he really checked himself in here and he need to know what he saw. We need to know if it's important to the case. Time to interfere.

"Max, I think you did see something up there and we need to know what." I tell the guy and for the first time since this conversation started, he looks at me, still defensive. "No, I… I was delusional, seeing things…" He tells me in a reassuring tone, but he's more reassuring himself with that sentence, the poor guy. "It's okay Max. Can you tell us what you thought you saw?" I ask him softly, ignoring Dean's eye roll.
Max sighs and stays silent for a little while, before he sits up. his eyes are on me and there's a new twinkle in them I haven't seen before.

"There was this man, and eehm he had these… eyes. These eehm, black eyes and I saw him… I thought I saw him…" He starts but then stops hesitantly. "What?" Dan encourages him and Max sighs again. "He opened the emergency exit, but that… that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up, there's something like two tons of pressure on that door." He explains, looking as clueless as Dean right now, who gives him a nod and frowns. "This man, did he seem to appear and disappear? Rapidly? It would've looked something like a moorage?" Sam asks and now the guy smiles. "What are you, nuts? He was a passenger, he was sitting right in front of me." He explains like it's more logical then what Sam just suggested and that he's not the nut job, but Sam is. Dean and Sam glance at each other and then slowly get up. "Thank you for your time, Max." Dean thanks the guy and Max nods slowly, before staring into the distance once again. I stand up too, I guess we know enough. We walk back to the exit and get back in the car, even more confused and clueless to what this is then we were before.

"We've got to look up that passenger that was sitting in front of Max." Sam mumbles while grabbing the passenger manifests. Soon we're on our way again.

We stop in front of a big house fifteen minutes later and Sam points at it. "Here we are, George Felp, seat 1C." He explains and Dean looks at the house. "Man I don't care how strong he was." He starts while opening his door and we all follow his lead, getting out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." He finishes, leaning against the impala. Sam's staring at the house and then slowly turns around. "Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else." He says, leaning against the other side of the impala. "A kind of creature. In human form?" I ask in confusion and Sam smiles at me. "Good thinking, but does that look like a creatures layer to you?" He asks me and I skeptically look at the house in front of me, he's got a point.

"Come on." Dean mutters and we walk onto the porch and ring the doorbell. A woman with brown hair opens the door and she looks like she's been crying, a lot. Dean introduces us and she lets us in without a word, leading us into the living room. We sit down on the couch and the woman sits down across from us, looking at us expectedly. Dean is focused on the woman, while me and Sam are looking around. Sam spots a photo and grabs it from the table, looking at it. "This is your late husband?" He asks and the woman nods.
"Yes, that was my George." She answers. "And you said he was a… dentist?" Dean asks while he pulls his face up in disgust, Dean hates dentists even more then monsters. The woman makes a sound of agreement and then looks at the picture sadly. "He was headed to a convention in Denver. " She explains and then she looks at me. "Did you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…" She starts desperately, her eyes tearing up while I look at Dean, who has his eyebrows raised. "How long were you married?" Sam asks her softly and a that she smiles watery. "Thirteen years." She answers proudly. "And in all that time… did you ever notice anything… strange? Anything out the ordinary?" Sam asks carefully and the woman frowns at that question. "Well, he had acid reflex, if that's what you mean." She answers and I bow my head to bow my smile while Sam and Dean glance at each other. It's clear the woman has nothing more of value to tell, so we decide to leave. We say goodbye to the woman and walk out.

"I mean it goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam starts while we're walking towards the car. "Yeah, middle aged dentist with a fear of flying doesn't exactly sound evil." I agree with him. "You know what we need to do? Get inside that MTSB warehouse, check out that wreckage. Dean suggests, looking at Sam with daring, raised eyebrows. "Well, if we're goanna do that we'd better play the part." Sam agrees and looks at me. "Did you bring that black jacket and trousers?" He asks me and I nod in confusion. Those are the most and only neat clothes I own, when I have them on I either look like a gay bride or a stewardess. "Good, go put those on, Dean and I have to visit a store." He tells me and Dean raises his eyebrows before we all get back in the car.

We stop in front of a store that sells suits and I crack up laughing when I see it. I've seen Sam in a suit before, but Dean? Never.
"Come on." Sam encourages his brother and as he drags Dean down into the store I walk around the car and grab my suitcase, opening it. Somewhere on the bottom I find those black clothes and I struggle to get them on in the backseat of the impala. When I get out, looking as formal as I have never looked before, I have to chuckle at myself. I'm much like my brothers in this concept, I don't like formality. I love wearing sweatpants, or just a simple skinny jeans. I love plaid blouses, loose shirts and nothing too feminine. And definitely not suits of the formal outfit I'm wearing right now. I like to be comfortable in my clothes and this is nothing like it. I'm wearing a tight, silk trouser that's high up my waist. A black top and a black jacket on top of that.

With a grin I open the trunk back up and grab my bag, if I'm correct, I have a pair of six inch heels in that bag somewhere, the only heels I own. With a smirk I pull them out and slip them on, wiggling a little on them. I also pull my hair back into a tight bun which makes the picture nearly perfect. I grab my makeup bag out of my suitcase and apply some mascara and lip-gloss, now I'm perfect for the job.

I lean against the car and wait for my brothers, they're goanna freak when they see me like this.

A few minutes later the door of the store opens and Sam and Dean walk out, both dresses in a very formal, black suit. It looks good on Sam, but Dean, Dean just looks uncomfortable. It makes me laugh as I watch them coming closer, not having noticed me yet.

"Man, I look like one of the blues brothers." I hear Dean whine as he fidgets with his tie. "No you don't. You look more like a… seventh grader at his first dance." Sam comments with a slight smirk and Dean shakes his head, ignoring that comment. "I hate this thing." He groans and Sam rolls his eyes, both coming closer. "You want to get into that warehouse or not?" He retorts and now Dean rolls his eyes. That's the point where I can't hold back my laughter any longer and both heads snap in my direction when I hear it. Both their eyes grow wide when they see me, while I try to control my laughter. Dean looks like a seventh grader on his first, awkward dance and I find that funnier than it should be.

"Jesus Christ Skye, look at you." Sam mumbles, astonished as he examines me. "Well, I do want to get into that warehouse." I joke, winking at Dean. Dean just stares at me and then he slowly points at my shoes. He has seen a lot of heels on woman he dated or found attractive, but never on me. "I didn't even know you owned a pair of heels." He comments and I chuckle with a shake of my head. "Well, this will be the only time you'll see me wearing them, I hate those things." I reply and Dean laughs. Then he stands up straight and reaches his hand out to me. "Well, since I am a seventh grader on his was to his first dance, would you do me the honor?" He questions in his best manly voice and I giggle, before grabbing his hand. "Sure, handsome." I tease and he rolls his eyes before pulling me off my feet and across his shoulder swiftly. I squeal and snort out a laugh, I did not see this once coming. Sam erupts in laughter while pointing at me. "Come on, time to act our way in." Dean tells him, before carrying me around the impala and gracefully putting me in the back seat. I swat his shoulder playfully, before settling in.

We get to that evidence warehouse and step through the security door, walking towards the desk. We all try to look as professional as we can, trying to live up to our part and it definitely works. The guard looks at Dean, nods approvingly. Looks at Sam, nods approvingly and then his eyes land on me. I hold up my badge to him, but he does not have eyes for that at all. His mouth falls open and I frown at that. "Hey, you! We have work to do!" Dean interrupts his staring with way too much anger than necessary and the guard snaps out of his trance. He lets us through without another word and we step through the door.

We walk into a large room and the plane wreckage is all spread out in it. It looks creepy and scary as we slowly step towards the wreckage. To see it up close like this makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I can see the damage on every piece, which makes me wonder how hard it crashed cause it sure as hell looks like a disaster. I can't help but feel weird, something is weird.

"Skye, why didn't you stand up to that guy?" Dean asks me, still angrily and I pull up my eyebrows in confusion. "For what?" I ask him, having no clue what he means. "The guy was hitting on you." Sam answers with his jaws clenched and Dean rolls his eyes. "Yeah, he was obviously hitting on you." He repeats in the same fashion and I chuckle, nice one. When they don't laugh with me, I quickly turn serious. "Wait, are you serious? He was hitting on me?" I ask them and Dean and Sam glance at each other in confusion. "Why in hell would he do that?" I question out loud and hear two sighs. "Because you look beautiful, baby." Dean tells me a little softer and kisses me on the cheek, before stalking towards the wreckage and Sam chuckles. "Yup, you totally look hot." He agrees and I swat him on his shoulder angrily, before stalking towards the wreckage myself, in Dean's direction.

The weird feeling doesn't disappear the whole time. Dean stares at one part of the wreckage and then slowly pulls out his EMF meter. Sam raises his eyes at that. "What's that?" He asks slowly. "It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean answers casually while putting the headphones in his ear and Sam shakes his head. "Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up old walkman?" He asks and Dean smiles. "Cause that's what it's made out of. It's home made." He explains with a very satisfied smile and Sam looks at it. "Yeah… I can see that." He answers very sarcastically and I snap my head back at him. "Hey! I made that." I hiss at him and he pulls up his eyebrows. "You made that? How the hell did you make that?" He asks, now looking more impressed then sarcastic. "Hey, she ain't goanna tell ya, you just insulted her EMF meter." Dean sticks up for me and I laugh, while Sam looks baffled.

Dean holds the EMF meter in front of him and starts walking across the room, passing pieces of the wreckage. He's looking intently at the meter while Sam and I follow, looking around. I stop in front of a wrecked door, if I'm not mistaken the emergency door, and spot some kind of black dust on the handle. "Dean!" I call out for my brother and he hurries to my side, Sam following him. He holds the EMF meter close to the door and it immediately lights up red. "Check out the emergency door handle." Dean mutters to Sam and they both lean closer, examining it thoroughly. "What is this stuff?" Dean mutters when he touches the black dust and I lean closer too, what indeed is that?
"One way to find out." Sam replies and grabs a pocketknife out of his jacket and scrapes some of the dust into a little pot. Dean on the other hand, wipes his hands off on Sam's suit, making me giggle. The dork.

Wait… I heard something. I hush my brothers and we all go very quiet. A lot of footsteps are heard coming our way out of the distance. "Time to go." Sam whispers and I duck, kicking out my shoes, they make way too much noise and they hurt anyway. I'm not used to walking on heels for so long. We hurry towards the side door and walk onto the terrain behind the warehouse. Dean in the front, checking around the corners before we move on. We're trying to be as quiet as we can.

A loud buzz is heard and soon the siren of an alarm accompanies it. Damn it, they found out. Dean starts running and me and Sam follow suit, but a big gate is spreading our way. It's locked and there is barbed wire on the spikes at the top. I swear and throw my shoes over it, there is no other way then to climb over it. Dean pulls out his jacket and throws it onto the barbed wire before he starts climbing, he's fast as hell. Sam follows and I grab onto the gate as well. In three seconds Sam and Dean are both standing on the other side, while I'm not even close to the top.

"Skye, come on!" Sam hisses at me, trying to assist me from the other side, but Dean, realizing I'm not strong enough to climb this thing, climbs back onto my side and grabs my foot. "I'm goanna toss her over and you better catch her." He yells at Sam, before throwing me up in the air with all his strength. I soar through the air and grab the top of the gate to secure my way down, but I grab the barbed wire and it digs into my hand with a searing pain. I yell out in surprise but have no time to come to terms with it as I fall down and land in Sam's arms. He puts me down on the floor quickly and pushes me towards the road, grabbing my shoes in the process while I clutch my hand in my black top, blood is pouring out and I can't risk getting it on the floor. That's some DNA I don't want to leave behind, since this is still very illegal.

We run around the building and reach the impala. Then we look back around, Dean has the keys. To my relief he comes sprinting around the corner with his jacket a second later and opens up the impala. We jump in and race off.

It's only then, when we're safe and back on the road, when I realize my hand is still heavily bleeding and hurting like hell. "Sam?" I question in a tiny voice and Sam looks around, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Oh crap." He gasps when he sees I'm covered in blood and that makes Dean look around too. "Oh crap!" He repeats and a minute later the impala is parked on the side of the road and they're both fussing over me. "Here" Dean mutters, wrapping his jacket around my hand, trying to stop the bleeding. "Huh, these monkey suites do come in handy." He then jokes, but I can't laugh. "Is it deep?" I ask Sam, who's looking at me worriedly. "No, not that deep, but we can get you to a hospital. I mean, are you feeling okay…?" He starts to ramble, but I stop him. "No, we need to go back to Jerry to analyze that stuff we got, come on let's get moving."

"Damn it, see this is why I don't let you hunt, you get hurt. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tossed you so hard…" Dean starts in frustration, but I stop him too. "This is not your fault, in fact you saved me from getting arrested. And I was the one who grabbed the wire, so don't apologize and get back behind that wheel." I tell him angrily and he rolls his eyes before kissing my forehead and doing so. Sam stays with me on the backseat though, checking in on the wound while Dean drives back to Jerry's, his jaws clenched the whole time. I sigh, I was afraid something like this was goanna happen soon. I get hurt and now they'll stop involving me in this hunt and I can't let that happen, I have got to be more careful. I know I'm a clumsy person, but I can't get hurt on a hunt, it will damage what I build up so far and I worked too hard for that.

The bleeding has stopped by the time we arrive back at the building where we met up with Jerry and I'm thankful for that. Sam hushes me inside while Dean stalks in front of us, looking for Jerry, his jaws still clenched. We find Jerry and the first thing he does is bring us to his office to patch me up. I let Sam bandage me since he won't let me do it myself, while Jerry fetches a microscope to analyze the black dust Dean presented to him.

"Dean you can relax now, I'm all good." I mutter when Sam is done and my hand is wrapped in a bandage. Sam's jacket is covering the blood stains on my shirt. Dean looks at me shortly before looking back at Jerry and I sigh, this is goanna turn into a fight sooner or later and I really don't want that.

Jerry gazes into the microscope and huffs. "Huh." He mutters while straightening back up. "This stuff is covered in salver." He adds and I look at Dean in confusion, I have no idea what that means and the look on Dean's face tells me he doesn't either. "You sure?" Sam asks and Jerry steps away from the microscope. "Take a look for yourself." He suggests before walking towards the door. "And if you Fellas excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." He adds with a roll of his eyes and walks out, sounds of disturbance and raised voices can be heard on the background.

I watch as Dean walks around the table and looks intently through the microscope. "Hmm, yeah there's not too many things that leave behind salver residue." He mutters when he looks back up and Sam nods. They are both very serious and there's tension in the air, tension I really don't like.

"Demonic possession?" Sam replies slowly. "That would explain how a mortal man got the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean nods. "If the guy was possessed, it's possible."

"Yeah, this goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire plane?"

"Have you heard of something like this before?" I question in a tiny voice and Dean finally looks at me. "Never." He answers anxiously and I nod slowly. The word 'demon' scares the hell out of me, I have seen and heard of cases with demons and they never end well. Demons are horrible creatures, they can possess you and take control of your body and you can't do anything about that. It's terrifying.

"Okay, let's head into town." Sam breaks the tense silence and I jump out of my seat. Dean nods shortly and we quickly say goodbye to Jerry, before walking towards the car. We drive approximately twenty minutes before we spot a motel and a few minutes later we're checked in.

I quickly hurry into the bathroom and change my bloody clothes for plain jeans and a shirt. Then I put myself down on one of the beds and watch how my brothers get to work. Sam grabs his laptop out of his bag, positions himself at the table and starts typing away while Dean opens up a few books and starts reading.

It stays silent all the time and I'm too anxious to break it. Demons are a whole other thing and I'm scared they'll leave me out. If they are tense about this, then their feelings towards including me will not be very positive.

After a while Sam starts talking, but his body languish tells me it's for Dean's ears. "So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possessions, right? I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."
"Yeah, but none of them describe something like this."Dean answers. "Well, that's not exactly true, you see, according to Japanese beliefs certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and manmade. One causes earthquakes, other causes disease…" Sam starts to explain and I lift up my head. "Other causes plane crashes?" I add and both their heads snap into my direction.

"Skye, go study." Dean tells me shortly before looking back at Sam while I sigh, but don't grab my books. "Alright, so what, we have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean starts while getting up from his chair. "Yeah." Sam mutters with a sigh and looks troubled. "You know, who knows how many planes its brought down before this one." He says softly and Dean snorts, turning around with a shake of his head. "What?" Sam asks while Dean rubs the back of his head cautiously.

"I don't know man, this isn't our normal gig. I mean demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for their own sake." He says, his voice rising a bit in frustration. "Don't worry, we'll catch it." I try to reassure him, but get a whole different reaction than I expected.

"Did you not hear me, Skye? Demons don't want anything except death and destruction for their own pleasure. What in the hell makes you think you're goanna have anything to do with this?" He asks me, voice rising another two tones and now he sounds plain angry. "Excuse me?" I mutter, a little offended while getting up from the bed. Dean stares at me and then glances at Sam. "You goanna back me up here?" He snaps and Sam sighs, but doesn't look torn like he normally does when Dean and I have a fit about hunting. Normally he doesn't really know which side to pick and always surprises us with his choice, but now it's clear which side he's on. "Dean is right, Skye, this is dangerous. You can't underestimate demons." He mutters and I roll my eyes, here we go…

"I have been on this case with you, I snuck into that wear house, I even hurt my hand, you can't just take me off. I'm in." I protest, but Dean shakes his head violently. "Not over my dead body you're not. Jesus Skye, you have a death wish? They're demons for God's sake, you're off." He yells at me, anger gone, this is just frustration and maybe a little confusion.

"You are not my boss Dean, you don't decide for me. I want in, I can help…" I start to yell back, but Sam jumps up and interrupts me angrily. "Skye, this is not up for discussion. This case just became ten times worse than it already was, there is a demon who is bringing down entire planes, killing hundreds of people. We are not goanna expose you to that, not in a million years." He snaps and I stare at him furiously. "So what, you're just goanna leave me here and have all the fun yourself?" I retort sarcastically. "Skye, for crying out loud. If I could, I would run away from this case and bring you and Sam to safety, I should. But I can't cause otherwise many more people are goanna die. But I ain't goanna let you get hurt, do you understand? I am not goanna endanger your life. So you listen very carefully, you are goanna stay here, you are goanna study and you are out." Dean yells at me furiously and I stamp my foot in anger, staring at him with my deathliest glance. It doesn't make him back down like I hoped it would, it only makes him more frustrated as he steps forward, towering over me, making me put a step backwards automatically. Dean normally doesn't order me around and only does so if he really feels like he has too, which is now apparently. But when he does this, he can be pretty damn scary, standing over me like this.

"You are out, do you understand me? You won't go out, you will not participate in this case and you are goanna leave it alone. Do you understand?" He tells me very strictly and stares me down. There is no point in arguing with him, there never really wasn't in this case, but I can see he is goanna stand by his point no matter what I do. Still, I don't answer and stare at him in frustration.

"Do you understand, Skye?" Dean repeats dangerously and finally I bow my head and surrender. "Yes, Dean." I mumble shortly, before grabbing my history book from the bed and stalk towards the tiny kitchen, not giving Sam a look as I slam the door shut with enough force it could fall out of its frame.

It's not until I sit down at the table that I realize I'm shaking and that there are tears in my eyes. I hate fighting with my brothers, I despise it but man can Dean be stubborn. It's one of his qualities that I don't really like so much. He was unfair too, they were both unfair towards me. I'm capable of hunting, I'm not a scared girl who needs protection all the damn time and I can sure as hell take care of myself. Why can't they see that? Why won't they let me in? Why won't they teach me?

I sigh and try to get my breathing under control while opening my book. There is no point in getting involved now, since they won't let me in, so I'm just goanna study. Even if it's the last thing I want to do now.

It stays silent in the other room for a while until I hear Dean mumble one sentence that makes me very sad. "I wish dad was here."
"Me too." Sam's soft voice answers before it goes quiet again.

I focus on my study and try to concentrate, but a few minutes later the door opens and Dean walks through. "Jerry's buddy, that pilot, is dead. Another crash happened." He explains to me shortly and I frown at him. "Okay…" I reply shortly and Dean shakes his head. "We're headed out to Nazareth with Jerry to figure this out." He adds and I nod. "Okay…" I reply again and I hear him sigh. "Just be careful, alright! Don't go out, just stay here." He tells me and I roll my eyes. "Yeah sure, fine. But promise me one thing, you will get back here too. You will return from this awful hunt." I tell him and he pulls up his eyebrows. "Off course, what makes you say that?" He questions. "Because this is a demon and like you said, it only wants death and destruction for its own pleasure. Be careful and come back to me." I tell him angrily and he smiles shortly at me. "I will always come back to you." He tells me and bends over to kiss my forehead, before he leaves. Shortly after I can hear the impala come to life and they're gone.

I sigh and get up from the table, walk back to the bedroom and drop down on one of the beds. Damn it, I need a plan. I need good arguments and I need to become stronger. I couldn't even climb over that gate myself for crying out loud, I have to start training.

So I do. I change into sweatpants and a shirt and put on my sneakers, time to go exercise. If my brothers aren't goanna teach me anything, then I will myself. I start running around the block and soon I'm on the edge of town. I listen to rock music and try to keep up a good pace. I run past a little playground and do some stretching and exercises before running along. An hour later I arrive back at the motel, drenched in sweat. I take a quick shower and just as I'm sitting back down with my book, my phone rings and Dean's picture pops up.

"Yeah?" I mutter into the phone. "Change of plans puppy, be ready cause we're coming to pick you up in ten minutes." Dean tells me and that's it, that's all I get before he hangs up. I frown, what the hell was that about. I know they haven't changed their minds, so why are they picking me up?

Ten minutes later I'm standing outside and the impala comes racing into view. I jump into the back seat as Dean races off again.

"What the hell is going on?" I question as I put on my seat belt and Sam turns around in his seat. "We figured out what the demon is doing." He states and I raise my eyebrows. "And that is…?" I try. "Jerry's buddy died and at first we thought the demon was after him specifically. But both planes went down exactly forty minutes into flight. The number forty means death, so we figured out that the demon didn't purposely let those people survive, it was an accident. It's going after all the survivors." Sam explains and glances at Dean. "We got half through the list of survivors, none of them are planning to fly any time soon so our only wild card is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker." Dean tells me through clenched teeth and I frown. "Her sister said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight p.m. tonight. It's her first night back on the job." Sam mutters. "Yeah, well sounds like just our luck." Dean says sarcastically and Sam shakes his head. "Dean, this is a four hour drive man, even with you behind the wheel…" He starts. "Why don't you call Amanda's cell phone again, see if you can get her off at that pass."
"I already left her three voice messages, she must have turned her cell phone off." Sam argues and runs his hand over his face. "God, we're never goanna make it." He groans and I can slowly feel the car speed up. "Oh, we'll make it." Dean states as he puts his foot completely on the gas pedal and the car flies down the road.

I sigh, this is goanna be a long drive so I might as well take a nap, the running did exhaust me. I put my head down against the window and listen to the rock music in the background, letting it slowly drift me to sleep.

I wake up when the car flies over a pretty large bump and I hit my head against the window shield. I wince in pain while trying to orient myself, how much time has passed. "I'm sorry sweetie, but we're almost there." I hear Dean's voice and I slowly sit up. The dashboard clock tells me it's a quarter to seven, we did make it in time.

"Look, I'm not complaining but why the hell am I here?" I mutter, rubbing the bump on my head and I hear Dean sigh. "Because we had no other choice. I won't leave you in that motel room all alone." He tells me, jaws clenched. "I can take care of myself for a few hours." I protest and Sam turns around in his chair, looking at me with his serious face on. "Listen, it's not like we don't know that, okay? It's just… we're not sure if we can convince Amanda to get off that plane because we can't really tell her the truth, so in the worst case scenario… well we don't really know what that is." He tells me in all honesty and I nod slowly. "Okay, I get that. But…" I start, but Dean cuts me off. "No, no buts, this is all you get." He mutters and I growl in frustration. "Okay fine, at least tell me why, and none of that 'we want to protect you' crap. Just the truth." I demand and I get two confused stares. "That is the truth, Skye." Dean tells me and Sam shakes his head. " I, we, are not goanna let you get hurt. You are sixteen, you are our little sister and we want to protect you." He adds and leans his head to the side. "We don't do this to hurt you or bully you, we do this because we love you." He murmurs with a soft smile and I sigh. "Fine." I mutter, as much as I hate it, I know it's true.

Dean parks the car and soon we're sprinting towards the entrance of the airport. We run in and soon Sam found the boards with departures. "Look, right there. They are boarding in thirty minutes." He says, pointing. "Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean pants and starts running again, me and Sam following suit.

Dean finds a phone and holds it to his ear while me and Sam skip to a halt. "Hi, gate thirteen. We're trying to contact a flight attendant, Amanda Walker. She's on eh..." He mutters and looks up. "424." Sam whispers. "Right, 424." There's a silence for a while and Dean's getting annoyed. "Come on…" He mutters and then his face lights up. "Miss Walker, hi this is doctor James Hadfield from Saint Francis Memorial hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." He says into the phone while Sam raises his eyebrows, casually putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident. She was injured, so…" Dean stops mid sentence and stares into the distance, then he bows his head. "You what…?" He mutters and soon his face turns slightly red. I sigh, he's busted. "Eehm, there must have been some mistake…" He stammers, turning around with the phone, me and Sam following his motion. What the hell, how did she bust him?

Suddenly Dean smiles. "Ah, guilty as charged." He mumbles and shakes his head in confusion. "He's… really sorry… Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so… Don't be like that, I mean come on, the guy is a mess. Really, it's pathetic… Oh yeah… No, no wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean sighs and slams the phone back into its holder. "Damn it." He curses.
"What the hell was that about?" I ask and he rolls his eyes. "She busted me and then asked if I was one of 'Vince' his friends so I just went with it. She's not coming off that plane." He explains grumpily and Sam shakes his head.

"Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." He says and both me and Dean look at him, stunned. "Wow, wait now just hold on a second." Dean stammers. "Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board. And if we're right, that plane is goanna crash." Sam argues. "I know!" Dean exclaims, pulling me towards him in one move, wrapping an arm around me like that's enough of an argument against Sam's plan. Which it is, in their eyes it is.

"Look, we need to find that demon and we need to exercise it. I'll get the tickets, you just go get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever will make it go through security. Take her with you. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam explains, slowly walking backwards, looking very sorry for something. Dean goes slightly pale and I have to frown at that. "Are you okay?" Sam asks in confusion and Dean raises his eyebrows. "No, off course not. Damn it Sam, you want to go on a plane with a freaking demon and you want to take her?" He cries out, pointing at me. "Hey, I'm fine with that…" I start to defend myself, but get shut down. "Dean, do you want to leave her here?" Sam argues and Dean stares at him angrily. "No, off course not. I'm not goanna leave her here in this freaking airport for who knows how long." He hisses and Sam nods. "I know, I don't like that thought either, but then we have t take her on the plane." He agrees softly, but that makes Dean more furious. "Damn it Sam, she is sixteen. She should be worrying about boys and friends and grades and her first prom, she should not be on a plane with a freaking demon." He growls and I pull my eyebrows up at that. Like they would ever allow me to worry about boys, every boy other than them and dad that came into my life has been thrown out of it as quickly as possible. In sixth grade I came home very proudly, because a boy had asked me to be his boyfriend. I have never seen Dean look as scared as he did when he heard that story. He and Sam went with me the next day at school and literally scared him away. And that's how it's been with any boy in my life, until I learned how to hide them. I had a boyfriend two years ago, for quite some time actually. Dad was wiping out a vampire nest in Idaho and we stayed at the same motel for about four months. I got to know Felix and dated him in secret for three of those four months. Until Dean and Sam found out off course and they made sure he was gone out of my life by the next day. I've never seen them so mad at me before.

"I know and I'm sorry, it's like you said. If we could we would leave and get her to safety, but we can't. plus, we'll be with her and I don't know about you, but I'll do everything I can to keep her safe." Sam mutters softly. Dean stares at him furiously. Then he turns a little more pale and I'm starting to realize that this is not just about me.

"Dean…" Sam mutters apprehensively and Dean sighs. "Look, I kind of have a problem with…" He starts and makes a motion of a plane rising up with his hand. I have to smile at that while Sam raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Flying…?" He mutters and Dean nods shortly. "Are you joking?" Sam cries out and Dean points at his face infuriatingly. "Do I look like I'm joking?" He hisses and Sam shakes his head. "Okay, you know what, you stay here with her, then she won't be alone and you won't be on that plane. I'll do this one on my own." He suggests and I growl in disagreement. "What? Are you nuts? You said it yourself, that plane is goanna crash!" Dean cries out and Sam groans in frustration. "I don't see a third option here." He argues and Dean sighs. Its silent for a few seconds, then he turns to me with determination in his eyes. "We are getting on that plane and all three of us are goanna get off that plane alive, okay? We will keep you safe, you keep yourself safe and we'll be fine." He tells me, looking very anxious. But this time he's not just afraid for me and that makes me shake my head fondly. My big, buff brother Dean is afraid of flying, off course. That actually makes sense, that's why he drives everywhere. This speech was more to himself than to me, but I answer him anyways. "Okay." I promise him and he nods shortly.

While Sam gets us the tickets, me and Dean run to the impala to fetch whatever we're goanna need. Guns won't work on demons anyway, so we grab some holy water and Dean stuffs a few other things in his bag. He seems very nervous and I would have laughed at that if the situation wasn't so serious. We're getting on a plane with a demon and that plane is goanna crash if we don't save all the people aboard by exorcising the demon. It is a tough task, which is why I can't let myself be scared.
we meet up with Sam and hurry towards gate thirteen, they've already started boarding. Soon we enter the plane and search for our seats somewhere in the middle of the plane, it were the last three tickets that were available on this flight. I'm about to sit down in the back seat next to the window, but Dean stops me and grabs the emergency folder from one of the seats and starts mumbling to himself. I frown at Sam, who just grins and shrugs. "Okay…" Dean mumbles shortly and is about to say something when Sam rolls his eyes and sits down in the back seat. Dean sighs, but decides to ignore it and sits down in the first seat, pulling me down next to him in the middle one. He wraps his left arm around me and goes on examining the folder, forcing me to look with him. I do with a fond shake of my head while Sam leans towards us with a slight grin.

"Just try to relax." He mutters. "Just try to shut up." Dean shoots back angrily, making both me and Sam smile.

For the next ten minutes it's silent, Dean examines the emergency exits while Sam looks out the window and I'm forced to look at that damn folder the whole time. Soon the flight attendants appear and start the flight ritual. I've never seen Dean pay as much attention as he does now. Then the voice of the captain tells us we're about to go up and the plane starts moving. It circles towards a large bane and then the turbulences kick in, shaking the plane while it speeds up. Dean buckles up his seatbelt, pushes the folder back into the chair in front of him and grips his armrests tightly, staring ahead in concentration. I chuckle and rest my head against Sam's shoulder. I actually enjoy flying, it gives me the feeling of freedom. You can go anywhere you want with a plane, you can be completely free, plus the turbulences makes it look like you're in a rollercoaster and I certainly love those. Before I knew about the monsters and the hunting, I just thought our tiny family was screwed up and dad had a very difficult job. But occasionally, he would do something fun with me. He stopped doing that after I knew, but I always loved amusement parks and he took me to all of them. He often told me how proud he was of me, liking the rough stuff and I always thought it was a compliment, but now I realize it actually was a hint or a direction he put my life in.

Both me and Sam turn our heads when Dean swears, the plane is going up and he's certainly not liking this. Sam smiles affectionately before looking out the window while I reach for Dean's hand. He glares at me so angrily I quickly pull back and I have to chuckle at that. Dean sees fear as a weakness, or at least he does right now and he never wants to admit weakness. I'm much like him in that concept.

The plane keeps going up higher and slowly Dean starts humming. I listen closely while Sam leans over with a frown. "You're humming Metallica?" He asks in surprise. "It calms me down." Dean answers shortly before going back to humming and Sam snorts, before he sighs and leans further towards his big brother.

"Look man, I know you're nervous alright but we've got to stay focused." He whispers and Dean shortly looks at him, before nodding slightly. "Okay." He agrees, but doesn't relax a muscle. "Dean, every minute counts. We're up in the air… we need to find this thing…" I start, but Sam interrupts me. "We need to find this thing, or whoever it's possessing anyway and perform a full on exorcism." He hisses and I nod, that's indeed not going to be easy.

"Yeah in a crowded plane, that's not goanna be easy." Dean agrees with my thoughts. "We'll take it one step at a time, alright." Sam hushes and looks at me. "We need t figure out who it's possessing." I whisper to him and he nods. "It's usually goanna be someone with some sort of weakness you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some kind of emotional stress." Dean explains, still very nervous and still clenching his armrests.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her I'd be pretty messed up." Sam suggests and Dean nods in agreement. I turn my head and see a flight attendant coming our way through the aisle. I nudge Dean and he looks back as well. She's almost here now.

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" I ask the girl when he's arrived at our chairs and she forcefully smiles at me. "No, I'm not." She tells me and the smile on my own face disappears. "Oh, Sorry…" I mutter and she nods, before moving on.

Dean leans towards me and looks down the aisle again, nudging me. "Alright, that's got to be Amanda." He whispers and I nod, I see the girl too, standing in the area in front of the cockpit.

"Okay, I'll go talk to her." I offer and am about to stand up, but get pulled back roughly. "Easy there Skye." Dean growls. "What if she's already possessed?" Sam asks me nervously and I shrug. "Don't we have a way to find that out?" I ask. "Yes, there are ways to test that." Dean says, bending over and opening the duffle bag that we took with the stuff from the car. He grabs a bottle of holy water, showing it to Sam, but Sam grabs it, shaking his head while putting it in his pocket. "No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." He tells us and I nod, standing up. "Got it." I mutter, but Dean grabs my hand.

"What makes you think you can go up to search for a freaking demon?" He asks me, very annoyed and I pull up my eyebrows. "Look, I'm on this flight now, girls are more comfortable around other girls anyway and I'll make sure I don't provoke the demon, okay? Wouldn't dream of it." I hiss at him and his eyes grow wide. "Okay, well I'll come with you." He tells me, but I shake my head. "Do you want to cause suspicion?" I whisper angrily and he gawks at me. "Damn it, why did we take her?" He mutters, staring at Sam accusingly. Sam gives him an apologetic look, before turning to me. "Say it in Latin." He tells me and I nod, before stepping out into the aisle.
"Hey!" I hear Sam hiss and turn around. "What?" I ask in frustration. "In Latin it's Cristo." He tells me. "I know okay, I'm not an idiot!" I snap at him before turning back around, walking towards the girl. She's preparing the cart of drinks when I enter the little cabin and she smiles at me. "Hi." I greet her. "Hi, can I help you with something?" She asks me and I shake my head. "No, thank you. I like to walk around a bit…" I start, but then a brilliant idea comes to mind, I'm goanna use Dean's fright of flying as an excuse.

"I'm kind of scared to fly." I add as convincingly as possible and she smiles assuring at me. "Oh, happens to the best of us." She answers, putting her focus back on the cart in front of her. I look at her, I have to keep her talking so I can somehow sneak the word Cristo into my sentence. I've got to get her to tell me about the crash.

"Yeah well, I always wanted to be a stewardess like you, but I guess flying has to come natural when you're goanna move into that direction." I tell her, that was a total lie but I'm on a case. "Oh well, you'd be surprised." She tells me with a shake of her head and I frown. "Really?" I push her a bit and she looks at me. "Maybe I'm a nervous flyer, maybe a little bit." She mutters hesitantly.

"Oh, why is that?" I ask her and she leans her head to the side uncomfortably. "That's a very long story." She tells me and I put a step back, I pushed too hard. I tend to do that sometimes. "Right, I'm sorry for asking." I tell her sincerely and she waves it away.
"It's okay." What should I do now? Maybe I could tell her another story or something… I could come up with another story.

"Well, I eventually chose to become a biologist, you know, going with my other talents. Did you ever consider that?" I ask her, trying to hold back a snicker at my own story. A biologist, me? Never, not in a million years but I guess she's not goanna know that.

"No, look everybody's scared of something. I just eh, I'm not goanna let it hold me back." She tells me with a smile, but this time the reassurance behind her words is more directed towards herself then to me. "Well, that's very good, you should be proud." I tell her sincerely, but sigh when she just smiles and goes back to her work. She's not goanna talk about the crash and I'm not goanna get an opportunity to sneak Cristo into a normal sentence, so I'll just have to say it. Or maybe I could pretend I'm coughing or something.

"Cristo…" I mutter between a few faked coughs, but she just mutters 'bless you' and doesn't flinch at all. Maybe I didn't say it loud enough, but how am I goanna say it without sounding like a total weirdo. I shake my head and slightly turn around, almost bumping into a cabinet. I'm about to swear when that gives me an idea. I inhale deeply, before I purposely bump my head against the cabinet, quite hard and it actually hurts. Amanda looks up when she hears the bumping sound and this is my moment.

"Cristo!" I cry out and she frowns at me, slightly leaning her head to the side. "Is that a new swearing method?" she chuckles and I smile at her, before turning around and walking away.

Damn it, that demon is not in her. I stumble back towards my brothers, who are very anxiously waiting for me, I can see it on their faces plus Dean is half risen out his seat. He sighs in relief when I drop back down next to him and both he and Sam look at me expectantly. "Well, she's definitely not emotionally scarred." I mutter, somehow that quite annoys me even though that indicates she's a very strong woman. "You said Cristo, right?" Sam ass me and I stare at him, feeling offended. "Yeah, I practically yelled it at her. Why do you always think I can't do the job right?" I complain. "Skye, just tell us what happened." Dean sighs. "Fine, there is no demon in her and I don't think there's a demon getting into her." I explain and Sam sighs. "So, if it's on the plane it can literally be anyone." He starts, but turbulence cuts him off as the plane shakes in the air.

Dean clamps his arms down while his eyes grow wide. "Come on! That can't be normal!" He cries out in fear and me and Sam both lean towards him. "Hey, hey. Relax." Sam tries to comfort him. "It's just a little turbulence." I add, but Dean only gets angrier and more frustrated. "This plane is going to crash! So quit treating me like I'm freaking four!" He snaps and Sam shakes his head.

"You need to calm down."
"Sorry. I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"Dude, don't. That touchy feely, self help yoga crap is not goanna help here…"
"Dean, if you are like this, you're wide open to demonic possession. You need to calm yourself down right now."
That silences Dean and it makes me gasp. Shit. That's not what we want, that's definitely not what we want. I can feel the panic rising as I start to shake. The demon could be in him already and we wouldn't even know. "Is it already in him?" I squeak, slowly leaning away from Dean. Sam's head snaps back at me while Dean jumps into big brother mode. "Okay, sweetie relax. It's not in me and it's not going to, okay? We just said Cristo and I didn't flinch, remember?" He hushes me, wrapping his arms around me while I try to stop shaking. It's stupid I didn't think of that, but that thought actually had me scared for a bit.

I sigh deeply, putting my head down on his shoulder. He's right, my brothers are here and if anyone is goanna get us all out of here safely, it's them.

"Good job Skye, good thinking." Sam tells me proudly and I frown at him. I've stopped shaking now I know there is no demon in my big brother, but that statement makes me confused. The thought of a demonic spirit possessing my dear big brother got to me, that thought was more frightening then being on a plane that's going to crash.

"What are you talking about?" I ask Sam, slowly worming myself out of Dean's embrace. "Well, you got him relaxed, so good thinking." Sam praises me again and I angrily stare at him, ignoring Dean's confused look. "I did not fake being scared so Dean would become protective, you idiot. I was genuinely terrified that a demon was in him. Shame on you!" I snap at him and he raises his eyebrows defensively, now getting two angry stares from both his siblings. "Okay, never mind." He mutters and quickly pulls an old, brown book out of his pocket. "I think I found an exorcism in here that might work, the original Rituale Romanum." He explains and Dean nods slowly. "What do we have to do?" He asks.

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful…"

"More powerful?" Dean interrupts him, eyes growing wide while I wince, that's not what we want. "Yeah." Sam answers. "How?" I ask. "well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own." He explains and I pull up my eyebrows. "And why the hell do we want that?" I ask frustratingly while Dean nods in agreement. "Yeah, why is that a good thing?" He backs me up and Sam turns his eyes back on the book. "Well, cause the second part… sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all." He explains. "First things first, we've got to find it." Dean mutters and pulls the EMF meter out of his pocket.

"You two go down this aisle, I'll get the other one. Look for anything suspicious." He orders and rises out of his seat, plugging the earphones in his ear. Soon he disappeared and I'm left with Sa. Time to confront him.
"What the hell did you mean just now?" I ask him angrily and he puts his hands up in defense. "I just thought you were acting scared so he'd shoot in his protective mode and immediately calm down." He explains slowly and I shake my head in disbelief. "Why would I do that." I ask. "Well it would have been a very effective way to get him to calm down, and it did. So job well done." He tells me. "Jesus Sam, I was not acting. The thought of a demon getting into my big brother terrified me, the thought of a demon still terrifies me." I hiss at him and his eyes turn soft. "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Maybe you should just stay here…" He starts, trying to put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm not staying here, I'm helping!" I cry out, slapping his hand away and he frowns at me. "But if the demon terrifies you so much, why…?" Sam starts, but I rise out of my seat. "I'm not goanna let anything hold me back from doing what I want to do, Sam. I want to hunt, I want to be like you guys and yes I might be afraid, but I'm not goanna let it hold me back anymore." I tell him and step out on the aisle, walking the opposite way Dean went. Only then I realize that what I just said, is exactly what Amanda said to me earlier. I guess I understood her better than I thought.

Sam is soon behind me and we work our way through the aisle, keeping our eyes wide open. We don't really see anything suspicious and soon I turn around to Sam. "We've got to find Dean." I whisper and he nods, looking on his watch. His eyes grow wide and he looks at me. "We need to find him fast." He agrees and we hurry off towards the second aisle, Dean is at the end. We race up to him and Sam clamps his hand on Dean's shoulder to let him know we're here. Dean, on the other hand, jumps into the air and swirls around, eyes wide.
"Dude, don't do that." He gasps in relief when he sees it's us. Sam ignores him. "Anything?" He asks and Dean shakes his head. "How much time do we have?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Now I gasp, damn it that's not much. Only fifteen minutes to find the demon and fully exorcise it, we really have to hurry. "Maybe we missed somebody." Sam says anxiously. "Maybe it's just not on the plane." Dean suggests and Sam raises his eyebrows. "You believe that?" He asks sarcastically and Dean shrugs. "I will if you will." He retorts and they both stare at each other for a few seconds, in a silent discussion until Dean glances down. I follow his gaze and to my surprise the EMF meter is lighting up like a Christmas tree. Huh…

Dean and I both turn our gazes towards the door of the cock pit a few feet away from us and a second later the co-pilot steps out and friendly nods at our staring glances before turning his head. "What? What is it?" Sam asks, grabbing Dean's shoulder again. Dean just stares at the back of the man and then slowly mutters "Cristo". The man shivers slightly and turns his head. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to not let out the scream that's building up inside my chest. The eyes of the man are black. It looks absolutely terrifying. Sam and Dean stare at those eyes with shocked faces before the man turns back around and disappears back inside the cockpit. I automatically reach for Dean and grab his arm, I feel I'm shaking again and I can't take my eyes of that now closed door.

We're deathly silent for a while, until Sam breaks it. "Okay, we have to do something." He mutters slowly and I turn around to him. "Like what? We are not allowed into that cockpit." I hiss at him in panic and feel Dean's reassuring touch on my shoulder. This just became very real, very quick.

"We have to tell Amanda." Dean suggests and Sam gawks at him. "What?" He stammers and I nod slightly, I get where he's coming from. "That's a good plan." I agree with him and Sam turns around with a shake of his head, before rushing back through the aisle towards Amanda, me and Dean right behind him.

"She's not goanna believe this." He tells us over his shoulder and Dean throws his hands in the air. "Twelve minutes dude." He cries out.
"She's a strong woman, she can help us." I mutter, but Sam just shakes his head and walks on. We arrive at the back of the plane where Amanda is still doing her chores and she looks up as we all three step beyond the blue curtains which separate the seating area's from the work spaces.

"Oh, hi. I hope this flight isn't too bumpy for you." She says when she recognizes me and I inhale deeply. Now that I'm standing in front of her, it does seem unlikely she'll believe anything we have to say.

"Well, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean starts nervously while Sam closes the curtains. "Eehm, okay, what can I do for you?" Amanda asks with a forced smile and I step forward. Amanda, what we're about to tell you sounds completely crazy…" I start, but Dean grabs my arm and pulls me back. "This is goanna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech right now…" He tries but Sam grabs his jacket with a shake of his head.
"Look, we know you were on flight 2485." He tells her out of the blue and the smile disappears from Amanda's face and like Sam predicted, she turns suspicious.

"Who are you guys? Who are you?" She asks, glancing towards me. I just slightly smile apologetically at her. "Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sam hushes in a hurry while Amanda slowly starts to shake her head. "And we need your help cause we need to stop it from happening again, here, now." Dean finishes our story, but Amanda shakes her head one last time and now just looks anxious and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry… I… I'm… I'm very busy…" She stammers and tries to brush her way past us, but I grab her shoulder and slightly push her back. She doesn't believe us and we need to change that right now.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa please wait a second. We're not goanna hurt you, they're not goanna hurt you, okay?" I hush her and she turns her glance towards me. I stare at her, not knowing what to say, I should've thought this true.

"Okay, listen to me. The pilot from 2485? Chuck Lambert? He's dead." Dean tells her and she stares at him in confusion. "What… what? Wait, Chuck's dead?" She gasps and Dean shakes his head shortly, before he decides to just put it all out here. "He died in a plane crash. Now that's two plane crashes in two months, that doesn't strike you as strange?" He asks, his voice rising a bit while Amanda's eyes flash from me to him to the ground. She's about to say something, but closes her mouth again, she has no idea what to do.
"Look, there was something wrong with flight 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't, but there is something wrong with this flight too." Sam butches in and Amanda glances at me again. "Please Amanda, you have to believe us. We're not joking around or trying to pull a scam. We're trying to save everyone on this damn plane." I tell her softly and she looks at me with a pained expression. "Amanda, please trust me." I add gently, looking her in the eyes as convincingly as I can and she slowly looks down. She stammers something, before sighing and looking at Dean.

"On flight 2485, there was this man… He had these… these eyes…" She starts and Sam's face lights up when he realizes what she's talking about. She saw the demon on 2485 too.

"Yes, that's exactly what we're talking about." He whispers and Amanda puts a step back. "I don't understand, what are you asking me to do…?" She starts defensively and Dean slowly puts a step forward. "The co-pilot? We need you to bring him back here." He starts, grabbing my arm and slowly pushing me behind him. Shit is about to get real and he is becoming anxious again.

"What? Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda cries out in confusion. "Don't have time to explain, we just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean reassures her softly. "Well, how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get…" Amanda starts, but Sam cuts her off. "Whatever it takes, whatever it takes, okay? Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." He hushes at her and Amanda turns slightly angry. "Do you know I could lose my job, if…"

"You'll lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out." Dean hisses frustratingly, pulling me further behind him. Amanda inhales deeply, staring at both my brothers before looking at Dean's arm. My hand is still visible on his arm, the rest of me is completely hidden behind him.

"Who's the girl? Why is she behind you?" Amanda mutters slowly and I appear from behind my big brother slowly, trying to tell her with my eyes that it's okay, that she needs to do this.

"This is my little sister and right now I'm really, really regretting taking her on this plane." Dean explains slowly, wrapping an arm around me protectively and Amanda's expression softens a bit.

"You're really serious, aren't you?" She whispers more to herself then us, but we all three nod anyway.

Amanda sighs. "Okay, fine." She then tells us and moves past us, through the curtains and through the aisle, moving towards the cockpit. We watch how she knocks on the door, anxiously glances back at us and then back at the door. The door opens a short while later and the co-pilot sticks his head out. They walk for a few seconds, the co-pilot turns around, yells something into the little room and then gets out, walking back with Amanda towards us.

"Okay, time for action. Skye, go back to your seat." Dean whispers, grabbing the holy water and the brown book out of his jacket, handing them to Sam. "What…" I begin to protest, but Dean turns towards me dangerously. "No discussion. Go to your freaking seat." He orders again and I sigh, before nodding and stepping through the curtains. I don't look either Amanda nor the co-pilot in the eye as I pass them and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when the man touches my shoulder as he moves past me. I try to shake the fear off me while I move back to my seat, no time for being afraid right now, my brothers will handle it.

I sit back down and anxiously turn my head towards the shut, blue curtains. Soon I see Amanda appear, she looks very frightened and panicky while she takes place in front of the curtains, guarding them. I make quick eye contact with her and try to give her a reassuring smile, but she quickly looks away. She peeks through the curtains after a few seconds and the way her face turns white I know it's bad. I slowly stand up, no matter how big Dean's orders, no matter how serious he was and no matter how trouble I'm goanna be in, I have to help. A demon is very, very strong and this might go very, very wrong. I hurry towards Amanda she just stares at e with big eyes, before letting me pass. I jump inside and have to take a moment to realize what I'm witnessing.

The co-pilot is on the ground, there are black stains on his shirt from where the holy water was poured on him, there is blood on him and his eyes… Damn, his eyes, they are pitch black and staring at Sam, who's in the corner with the brown book in his hand.

Dean lies on the other end and he's slowly trying to get up. I see the bottle of holy water lying in the other corner and are on my way to get it for them, when I see the demon grab Sam's collar and pulling him towards himself, murder in those black eyes.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning." It mutters in an unrecognizable voice and I freeze, staring at it and at Sam, who's stunned. Dean re-emerges and hits the man straight across his face, a very dangerous glance in his eyes while he pushes his hands down on the co-pilot's chest to keep him on the ground. Sam stares at the man in front of him, frozen and lost in thought while I slowly recover and hurry towards the holy water. Damn, that was cold. I mean I know it's a freaking demon, but that's goanna haunt Sam for sure.

The demon is struggling wildly while Dean is trying to hold it down. He turns his head and sees me standing in the corner with the holy water in my hands, wide eyes and as pale as a ghost. He decides to ignore the fact that I'm there and that I didn't listen to him and holds up a hand. Without thinking I throw the holy water towards him, trying to ignore my shaking body.

"Sam? SAM! " Dean yells while pouring some more holy water in the demon, who starts screaming in pain while the places the water hit start to burn. Sam snaps out of his trance and looks down at the book, before moving on with the exorcism.

"Regna tarrae, cantata deo, psallite domino –" He cuts it off when he sees Dean can't handle the demon on his own anymore and drops the book, grabbing the man's arm and holding it down. "I got him." He yells and I watch, terrifies, as both of my brothers struggle to keep the hissing, growling man down on the ground, his skin burning from the holy water.

The man kicks his leg out and hits the brown book. It flies out of sight and neither of my brothers notice. Shit… that's not supposed to happen. Come on Skye, move. Go get the book. I try to encourage myself and slowly step towards the fight that's going on in front of me. I freeze to my spot once again when the screams of the man in front of me start to sound more human and a sort of black smoke starts the pour out of his mouth. With wide eyes, stunned to the ground, I watch as the black smoke coming out of the man's mouth swirls around and then disappears into the air vent above the toilet door.

"Where did it go?" Sam yells anxiously, letting go of the man on the ground cause he went limp and seems to be unconscious. Well, maybe that's a good thing for him right now, I wish I was unconscious. "It went in the plane! Hurry up, we've got to finish it." Dean yells while getting up, grabbing my hand and pulling me back while Sam looks around him in search of the brown book. "The book flew down that aisle! The demon kicked it!" I yell, finally having found back my voice as I point at the blue curtains.

Sam's about to stand up when the bad situation gets even worse, as bad as it could possibly get. The plane starts to shake so heavily it throws me and Dean into a wall while Sam gets flown off his feet. Shards of papers are flying around everywhere, people start to scream and so do I. The demon is in the plane and it's bringing the plane down on its own now. I scream and cry out swear words while trying to hold on to something. Out of the corner of my tear filled eyes I can see Sam trying to stand up, holding on to the doorpost while the plane shakes and drops.

Another violent shake throws me through the tiny space and I hit the metal cabinet I purposely bumped my head into earlier. This time it's not on purpose though and I can feel the pain slice through my arm as I collapse to the floor. I cry out in pain as the tears start to flow down my cheeks. I'm paralyzed with fear, we're goanna die, we're all goanna die. I can feel the plane speeding up as its shakes become more violent and the whole room is trashing around me. I vaguely spot Dean in the left corner, his eyes wide with fear as he tries to hold on to something, but gets thrown into the wall repeatedly. Even though he must be as frightened as I am right now, his eyes still keep flashing around, searching… searching for me. I try to scramble to my feet, I need to get to him. Another violent shake makes that easier then I'd expected as I fly towards the corner where Dean is in and collapse against the wall right in front of him. I cry out in pain as I feel my leg twitching in an unnatural order while Dean drops down on his knees. He reaches for my arm and grabs it, pulling me towards him with all the strength he has. He wraps his arms around me and tries to shield me from all the objects in the room, closing his eyes and retrieving as far into the corner as he can. I scream and scream with Dean and all the other people as the plane trashes and shakes, trying to throw us around.

I can positively say this is the most frightening situation I have ever been in, I'm terrified for my life. Loud bonks and the screeching of metal, the roaring engine and the objects flying around, hitting into us don't really help either.

I also have no idea where Sam is, he disappeared out of my sighs after a very violent shake and is nowhere to be seen. Please let him be okay… please let him find the brown book and please let him have a chance to finish the exorcism. Please let him safe us all…

I close my eyes and bury my head into Dean's chest, ignoring the pain in my body as I feel my screams muffle by Dean's shirt.

Suddenly I hear a different noise and pull my face out of Dean's chest. Dean is also looking around and we both look up. White flashes of lightning are going over the plane and all the sounds turn so loud it almost bursts my eardrums. I look up at Dean's wide open eyes as he looks down at me.

Then, slowly, the plane steadies and the objects stop flying around and fall to the ground. The light comes back on and the plane stops shaking. I inhale deeply and let out a sigh of the biggest relief I have ever felt, before scrambling to my feet, pulling a very shaky Dean with me. Thank God.

Thank God, Sam somehow must have found the brown book and finished the exorcism, he did it, he saved us all.

Slowly I limp towards the shredded blue curtains and look through them, seeing a very calm disaster in front of me. Some people are crying, some are still in panic state, but most are wearing expressions of relief as they hug each other.

The plane itself looks like a hurricane went through, but we just saved all those people, so that doesn't matter at all.

Then I spot Sam, he's slowly rising from the ground, looking around as well. I squeal and limp towards him as fast as my injured leg can carry me and I jump into his arms. He catches me, still panting and crushes me to the chest. "You did it! You did it! You saved us!" I cry out in relief and happiness and the sound of his chuckle finally lets me get rid of the fear. I'm safe, we're all safe, thanks to my incredible brothers.

Slowly Sam lets me go, but keeps an arm around my shoulder. He turns around in search of Dean and finds him between those shredded blue curtains, looking furious. I'm too relieved to frown at his expression right now, but Dean's glance is towards Sam and he's shaking his head with disapproval and anger. I giggle shortly, before stumbling towards him, taking Sam with me. It's over, we're safe.

The plane has landed back in Indianapolis and we're all safe back on the ground. The authorities have been called and 911 has been called. The co-pilot is sitting in a wheelchair, stating whatever he can remember to the police. A number of passengers are telling their stories to FBI agents and medical examiners are treating people who got injured by the plane's thrashing and shaking. I was once of those passengers and they had to stitch me up pretty bad. My arm was dislocated when I was thrown into that cabinet and my leg was injured. They put some band aids on me and stitched back together a gash in my sides. I hadn't even noticed that, I'd only noticed the blood when Dean had seen it and had gone white.

Soon the paramedics release me and I stumble towards my brothers who are standing close to the exit, watching over all the fuss. They both look agitated and tired and I can't blame them. Sam puts an arm around me when I arrive and we all look towards Amanda, who's talking to an officer, looking pretty shaken up. She spots us and sadly smiles, before mouthing 'thank you'. I nod at her and Dean and Sam wave, before Dean turns to us. "Let's get out of here." He mutters and starts walking towards the exit, me and Sam following slowly.

Sam is very quiet as he helps me walk. His eyes are on the ground and he looks sad. I hate those sad eyes of his. Dean noticed too, cause he moves towards the other side of Sam. "Are you okay?" He asks and Sam stops dead in his tracks, turning around to face his big brother, letting me go. "Dean." He starts with a pained expression and both me and Dean look at him anxiously. "It… it knew about Jessica." Sam stammers, his voice breaking when he says the name of the girl he was dating before everything happened. I freeze and bow my head in pain, I feel for him. Damn it, I heard what the demon said, it was cold and harsh and like I suspected it haunts him. I don't really know what to say to my brother and try to ignore the lump in my throat. I feel so damn sorry for him. And so does Dean, I can see it on his face for a brief second before he hides it and shoots into big brother mode once again.

"Sam, these things… they read minds, they lie, alright? That's all it was." He reassures Sam and looks at him. He hates the pain in Sam's eyes as much as I do, I know that. "Yeah." Sam mutters softly and stares at the ground. "Come on." Dean mutters and pulls my arm over his shoulder so he can help me walk. Sam goes for the other side and soon we've reached the impala.

Dean gently helps me into the back seat before he sits down up front and starts the car. Sam slips next to him and we drive off. It's silent for a while and I enjoy it for a moment, it's nice after a hectic, frightening situations like we just had.

After half an hour Dean sighs and lowers down the volume of his favorite rock music. "Okay, I've waited long enough. We've got to talk." He announces and me and Sam both glance at each other with raised eyebrows. "Okay, I'm very mad at you." Dean starts and that brings up confusion with Sam. "Who, me or her?" He asks and Dean shakes his head shortly. "With both of you, idiot." He explains and I sink down in my seat. Here we go…

"Okay, you!" He says, looking at me sharply through the review mirror and I try to sink further down. "Do not ever scare me like that again, okay? In any situation like that you listen to what I tell you, you don't come back and you don't disobey me. You did all three of these things and I'm very disappointed in you." He tells me strictly, his voice rising a bit. Damn it, this is exactly what I didn't want. "I'm really sorry about that Dean." I whisper quietly, I hate him being disappointed in me, it makes me feel ashamed of my actions immediately, no matter what my actions were.

"The next time I tell you to stay back, you do so! Okay?" Dean pushes, staring at me intently through the review mirror and I bow my head. "Yes Dean, I'm sorry." I tell him sincerely and look back at him apologetically. His strict face slowly softens and he grins at me, letting me know we're okay. I tells me I'm forgiven and that I did a good job on this case. Which makes me very happy.

Sam also smiles at me, but that smile quickly disappears when Dean glares at him angrily. "And you!" He starts and Sam puts up his arms in defense. "Wow, what did I do?" He asks anxiously.

"You made me go on a freaking plane and you made me take Skye!" Dean hisses dangerously at him and Sam slowly leans back in his seat, but his face turns apologetic. "I know Dean, I know and I'm sorry. It was the only option, but it should never have happened." He apologizes slowly and I see he really means it and so does Dean. "Don't ever put me in a spot like that again!" He snaps as he turns his eyes back on the road again, but this time his face softens up just as quickly. Sam sees it too and chuckles.

Then Dean's expression turns painful and he slightly turns around to me. "I'm sorry Skye, you're injuries are my fault and I'm sorry I failed to protect you and took you on a plane with a demon." He tells me and Sam turns around to me as well. "I'm sorry for that too." He says slowly and I gasp, my eyes turning wide. "Okay, you need to stop with that. I wanted to help you guys, I went on that plane willingly and no one forced me. I am very happy I was able to help safe so many people and my injuries are only minor. Definitely not your fault." I bark at both of them and Sam smiles slightly before turning around. Dean focuses back on the road but doesn't relax. I know they will still blame themselves, they will always blame themselves when I get hurt and I've already accepted that. I definitely don't agree, but I've accepted that I can't change those beliefs.

I fall asleep shortly after that conversation and get woken up by Sam. The car has stopped and it's dark outside, it must be around two or three in the morning. I groggily climb out the car and spot the motel where we checked in a few days ago. I let Sam help me to the door of our room and Dean opens it. Both of them gently place me on one of the two beds and soon I'm fast asleep again.

I wake up mid-scream. Everything is dark and I don't see a thing. I feel I'm shaking and I can't move, I'm paralyzed with fear. My body is slammed into the head board and my hands are covering my face. Jesus, that was the most horrible dream I've ever had. There were black-eyed demons everywhere, it was dark and I couldn't see where I was going. They were getting closer and all I could do was scream, which I apparently did, cause when I open my eyes I look in to very worried green eyes.

"Skye!" Dean yells out and grabs my hands, who are swatting at him, still in the violence of that nightmare. "It's me, damn it!" He yells out again and I finally open up my eyes fully, realizing I'm trying to hurt Dean. I stop immediately and stare at him, wide eyed. "Honey, it's okay, we're here." I hear Sam's voice from the other side of me and soon I feel two strong arms around me. I try to get my breathing under control as I bury my head in his chest. "I'm sorry." I whisper and hear him snort. "You had a nightmare, no need to apologize for that." He tells me and Dean sits down on my bed as well, putting his hands on my legs. "Baby, are you okay?" He asks me, real concern still in his eyes and I nod shortly. "Like Sam said, just a nightmare." I repeat, my voice still cracking a few time, making both my brothers flinch. "Baby, you were screaming like you were dying, that's not just a nightmare." Dean disagrees and I flinch at the horrible images that appear back in my mind. "I'm okay now, don't want to talk about it." I tell him softly and he nods, before patting my knees gently. "Go back to sleep guys." I hush them and Sam shakes his head. "I'll stay with her." He tells Dean, who nods shortly and then gets off the bed. He kisses my forehead swiftly before returning to the other bed, while Sam crawls under the covers with me. Soon we're both drifting off to sleep again.

The next morning after breakfast we check out and dump all our stuff back in the car. My arm feels a lot better and I actually feel quite good, even though that nightmare is nagging on me. I crawl into the backseat and soon we're on the road, driving towards the building where we first met Jerry a few days ago.

It's silent in the car, too silent. I realize that as soon as Dean starts the car and I softly sigh. I was too scared and freaked out last night to talk about my nightmare and now I think about it, I actually don't want to. I know they probably want to hear what it was about, so they can say some comforting words, but I don't want them to know. I don't want them to know how much the demon on the plane actually scared me and how my nightmare felt so real I almost couldn't breathe, even when I woke up.

As I predicted, Dean sighs and slightly turns his head. "Skye, what the hell happened last night?" He asks softly and I turn my eyes to the roof of the car. "Nothing special." I try to brush it off and now Sam sighs. "Honey, you can talk about it. You can tell us. I have never heard you scream that hard." He soothes and I nod slowly, he's right, I have never had a nightmare this bad before. "It wasn't real guys, no big deal." I mutter and Dean grumbles something. "Honey, please. Just talk." Sam stimulates me and after a few seconds of silence, I do so. "I dreamt about demons, I guess they were still in my head after this hunt. I was surrounded by them and you two were there with black eyes… It was scary and I was screaming, so…" I slowly explain and both my brothers wear worried expressions. It stays silent for a while and I know exactly why. They can't tell me that the dream wasn't real, because demons exist. So they're looking for words. Eventually Sam just sighs.

"Sweetheart, you are right to be scared by demons, because they're real and they are evil. But I promise you, we will protect you. Nothing like that will ever happen, we'll make sure of that. So please, give your mind some rest." He mutters and surprisingly enough, those are very inspirational words and I can feel the fear slowly disappearing. "I know, thanks." I mutter and give both my brothers a smile, before leaning my head against the window.

We arrive shortly and Jerry's waiting for us in the parking lot and we all get out. Jerry looks at us for a moment and then examines my bandaged leg, before he starts talking.

"Look, no one knows what you did but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He says and sticks out his hand to Sam, who shakes it with a nod. "Your dad will be real proud." Jerry adds. "See you around, Jerry." Sam says while Jerry shakes Dean's hand and then mine. He gives us a last look before walking away and we all walk back to the car. Dean's about to step in when he stops and turns back around.
"Hey, Jerry?" He calls out and Jerry stops walking. "Yeah?" He calls back. "I meant to ask you this, but how did you get my cell phone number anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Dean asks and I nod, that is a fair question, people normally do not have our phone number. "Your dad gave it to me." Jerry answers and that simple statement tenses us all up. "What?" Sam breathes while I frown. "When did you talk to him?" Dean asks in confusion. "No, well I mean I didn't exactly talk to him, but eehm… called his number, his voice message said to give you a call." He explains and we all stare at him. We did not see this one coming. "Thanks again." Jerry mutters before turning around and walking away.

I stare after him and then look at Dean, who's looking at Sam, who's looking at Dean with a troubled expression. "Well, this just doesn't make any sense, man." Sam states while sitting down on the hood of the impala and me and Dean follow his example. I take place next to my big brother and so does Dean. Dean pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. "I called dad's number, like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam adds, still looking very troubled and I nod, so did I. I lean my head against his shoulder while Dean puts his phone to his ear with a steel expression. Then he pushes a button and the voice of my father comes out of the phone.

"Hello, this is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean. 785 555 0179, he can help."

We all stare at Dean's phone, lost at words. I heard my father's voice for the first time in a few weeks and it makes me tear up. Sam shakes his head slowly and abruptly gets off the hood of the car, turning around and taking place inside, looking frustrated, angry and sad at the same time. I sigh deeply and look at Dean, who looks agitated and sad. Without a word he also gets off the hood and I follow his lead. I can understand Sam's emotions, I feel them too.

I get back in and soon Dean's speeding towards the highway. Case closed!