Here is the next AU episode
I chose to not do ''dead in the water' sorry if you were expecting it or wanted it but I couldn't find a way to include her into it so I am doing Phantom Traveller instead.
Remember please R&R then I know I am actually not wasting my time when I could be watching Supernatural and getting more ideas for this.
Phantom Traveller:
God I hate planes thought George as he sat waiting to get called to board his plane.
'Nervous flyer?' a man to his right said.
George nodded not trusting his voice.
'Don't worry there's only 1 in 2000 chance of the plane crashing' the man replied and in an instant George hated him. He knew the man was just trying to help but all he did was make him feel worse. Still the man had been helpful so George smiled at the man to acknowledge his thanks.
After a few minutes George went to the bathroom to freshen up, he needed cold water on his face to help him cool down.
In the bathroom George turned the taps on and let them run, he looked down at the water and thought about his wife and how he couldn't wait to see her.
Unbeknownst to him black smoke started pouring out of the vent behind him and was making its way towards him.
As George looked up into the mirror he saw the smoke but was too late to do anything, he cried out helplessly as the smoke poured into his eyes, possessing his mind and soul.
Amanda was very tired and was really looking forward to her next break, but it was 3 hours away sighing she looked at another boarding pass. She looked at the man and told him 'your seat is on the left second row from the back' as she said this the man's eyes turned jet black. She closed her eyes for a second and the man's eyes were normal. Huh? I really must be tired she thought.
As she went through the safety procedure she couldn't help but think about the man's eyes. I need to start having earlier nights when I have long shifts ahead of me.
The plane took off 10 minutes later and soon they were in the air and the passengers free to move about the plane.
Best get the snack sorted Amanda thought and started putting the coffee maker onto the tray.
George was no longer nervous about the flight, he turned to look at the passenger next to him, he had a watch on. Good thought George.
'Excuse me?' he asked getting the woman sitting next to hims attention.
'Yes?'
'Do you know how long we've been up?'
'40 minutes dear'
'Wow, time really does fly' he replied 'thanks, I'm just going to stretch my legs for a bit'.
The woman nodded and went back to reading her book.
George, instead of moving up the plane he turned around to face the back of the plane, he spotted an emergency door, he smiled and walked towards it.
The man that had been sitting behind George saw this and shouted 'hey what do you think you're doing?'
This got the attention of the stewardess and she shouted 'Sir I think you should come away from that door'.
George calmly smiled at the man in the seat, his eyes turning black before he wrenched open the door like it was nothing and was pushed out by the force.
Pandemonium struck the entire plane as the tail is knocked off. Everyone started screaming and reached for the oxygen masks that were being dropped above their heads. Amanda the stewardess was pulling herself up the aisles to a spare seat, just as she thought she wouldn't find one she found one at the front of the plane she sat down quickly and put her belt on whilst frantically grabbing her oxygen mask.
It was early morning in a motel where Dean and Sam were staying, Dean was fast asleep and Sam was, well Sam was wide awake and had been all night and for a while before. He glanced at the motel clock; 5.45 am. Smiling he padded over to where Dean lay and shook him awake.
'Where's the demon?' Dean sleepily asked.
'No demon Dean' Sam replied and was about to say more but Dean butted in with 'ghost?'
'Shut up and let me talk Dean'
'Have you even slept Sammy?' Dean asked completely ignoring what Sam had just said.
'Dean!'
'Answer me Sammy'
'I don't want to sleep'
'Why'
'Because if I do then what's on my mind may come back to haunt me and I don't want that again'.
'I'm never afraid like that' Dean replied in the hopes to sooth his brother that there was nothing wrong with his dreams and he should sleep.
'Oh really?' Sam smirked and reached under Dean's pillow and pulled out a huge knife.
'Well that's for pro-'he was cut off from finishing his sentence as his cell phone was ringing.
'Hello'
'Hi um are you Dean Winchester?'
'Who wants to know?'
'I uh have a uh ghost problem and I was wondering if you could come down and help me'
'Who is this?'
'Jerry I work at the aircraft workshop'
'Oh I remember, didn't we help you a couple of years ago?'
'Yeah that's right'
'SO you have a ghost problem'.
'I think but it could be something else please could you come and check it out?'
'Yeah sure we'll be down in a couple of hours' Dean replied and hung up his phone.
On the way to the airport workshop Sam said to Dean 'any leads on who the mystery girl is?'
'None yet, she is starting to get on my nerves and I don't even know who she is'.
'But you still like her?'
'Oh yeah, I can't get her out of my head, she is all I think about'.
'Well that's not hard'
'What do you mean by that?'
'You and thinking you can only focus on one thing at a time in your head'.
'Bitch'
'Jerk'.
When they get to the airport workshop its early afternoon so many of the workers are on their break. Perfect time to get here we can look around easier thought Sam.
'So what's the problem… uh?' Sam asked.
'Jerry'
'Jerry, so what's the problem?'
'One of my planes crashed last night, they say it was an accident, a mechanical failure but I don't call hearing a strange noise on the sound system of the plane before it crashed normal'.
'What sort of noise?' Dean asked.
'Come with me I have it on tape' he gestured the way forward and Sam and Dean followed him. It wasn't long before they were in Jerry's office and had listened to the tape.
'There were 100 people on board that plane and amazingly there were some survivors' Jerry said after Sam pocketed the tape.
'Really?' Dean questioned 'how many?'
'7, including the pilot and a stewardess'.
'Right we're going to need access for the logs for the plane and flight recordings and we're going to have to look at the planes remains' Dean said in an authorative manner.
'I can give you everything but access to the plane's remains'.
Dean walked out of Copy Jack with his and Sam's fake Homeland Security ID's.
'You know this is pretty illegal, even for us' Sam said as Dean handed him his ID.
'Yeah, well, people haven't seen it like a thousand times' Dean retorted before getting into the Impala.
'Ok, so I ran the tape through voice recognition software, still the same so I slowed it down and got something'
'Really?' Dean asked Sam with a touch of amazement in his voice.
He pressed play on his laptop and the tape slowed down and the words 'No survivors' could be heard above the background noise of the plane going down.
'No survivors? What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Dean asked confused.
'Don't know but I guess we should go and see one of the survivors see if they saw anything strange on the plane whilst they were on it' Sam replied.
'Good idea Sammy, how about the one who was sitting at the back of the plane I mean he's bound to of seen something weird, where can we find him?'
'Well I spoke to his mother earlier and she said that he checked himself into the local psychiatric hospital'.
'Look I already told the other guys, the guys eyes were black and then he just opened the door like it was nothing, I mean that's a door it had like 2 tonnes of pressure on it, it's impossible just to open like he did, especially in mid-air'.
'Ok thanks for your time sir' Sam said and made a move to get up but one question from Dean sent him straight back to his chair 'what other guys?'
'There was a guy and a girl with him he was her guard or something and she was a homeland security girl, fit as well, they asked me about the plane too, I just assumed that you came in case I remembered something new'
'This girl she didn't happen to have long dark red hair did she?'
'Now that you mention it she did why?'
'Head office never tell us who we've sent down so it's a pain in the ass when you have to compare notes, thanks to you it will be a lot easier'
'She didn't happen to tell you her name did she?' Sam asked.
'She's in your department wouldn't you know?'
'There's a lot of people in our department the one who were are thinking of looks similar to another girl, we are constantly getting confused with them' Sam quickly replied.
'Ok, well she said her name was Emilia and the guard said he was something Winchester, John I think'.
'Thanks you've been invaluable to us' Sam smiled as he and Dean stood up and walked towards the exit.
'So, the girl with the red hair she knows dad, what's to bet that she is the girl we've been looking for?' Dean asked as they got into the car.
'I think it's her but I don't think Emilia is her name though'.
Dean nodded 'I think it's time we looked at the remains of the plane?'
'Good idea but first we need to look more Homeland Security if we want to get into see the plane'
'You know Sammy maybe you going to Stanford wasn't such a bad thing'.
Outside of the local restaurant Amelie was with John 'we need to split again John, their on this case too, I'll stay here and see what they find out, you do whatever it is you do when I leave you ok?'
'Fine by me, I'll see you around Amelie' John replied and walked off towards a black mini.
Sam and Dean walked out of Mort's for style, the town's only suit shop, dressed in black suits.
'God I feel like the blues brothers' Dean said.
'You look fine Dean, quit worrying' Sam replied before they started walking towards the Impala.
They showed their ID's to the man on duty at a private airport hangar. He nodded and said 'go on through'.
Sam and Dean carefully looked around for any signs of supernatural activity on the plane. They walked to where the man George who opened the emergency door was last seen.
The Walkman Dean had in his hand his old tape cassette player, modified into an EMF device.
'What's that?' Sam asked upon seeing this device.
'It's a homemade EMF device it detects Electromagnetic fields'.
'I know what it does Dean'
'Then why ask?' Dean retorted.
Sam was about to reply back with a sarcastic comment when he noticed a substance on the edge of a steel bar.
'Look at this Dean' Sam said gesturing for his older brother to come and have a look.
Elsewhere in the building the real homeland security men had shown up.
The man on duty said 'so they're now sending 4 lots of people?'
The two men from homeland security looked at each other. The taller one of the two shook his head and said 'we are the only people who have been sent from HO'.
The man on duty took one look at the men before him and then they all started to run to where the aircraft was.
Sam could hear people coming as could Dean.
'Son of a bitch' Dean cursed under his breath. They had almost gotten a decent sized sample to take back to Jerry to get analysed.
'Hurry up Sammy' Dean urged.
Dean could now hear the men were getting closer he placed his hand over his gun, his fingers clasping the butt of it.
'Done' Sam said and him and Dean ran towards the exit stationed above them.
Seconds later half a dozen armed officers storm into the room only to find it empty and the fake homeland security men gone.
'That was close' Dean said as he and Sam got into his beloved Impala.
'Too close Dean' Sam replied.
At an airfield less than 100 miles away the pilot of the plane disaster sits down to comfort the man he is going to be teaching.
'Nervous?'
'Bit, not about flying, it's just the waiting'.
Chuck, the pilot smiles and looks outside 'there filling her up so I best go get sorted out' he says to the man.
The nervous man puts his head in his hands and takes a couple of deep and what he hopes they become calming breaths.
Behind him black smoke emerges from the vent and creeps up to him it enters his body through his nostrils and when the man looks up his eyes are black.
Amelie knew something was very wrong; she had been following the Winchesters all day and was no closer to finding out what Supernatural being was the culprit of the planes demise. She was beginning to think that she would have been better of going with John but her gut instinct told her to stick with the boys, after all she vowed to Mary and John that she would look after them, no matter what the cost.
She watched as Sam came out of the take away restaurant her and John had been at only 2 hours ago. He had obviously gotten Dean his lunch. Poor Sammy she thought, having to share a car with a pig she smiled at her thoughts and began to walk across the road to get a better look at Sam and Dean. What she didn't expect was for Dean to get out the car and start coming towards her.
Shit! She thought. Slowly she started baking away from Dean, making sure no cars were about to surprise her and knock her over or Dean for that matter down, and as soon as she felt she was at a good place to run from she ran.
She looked behind her to see Dean following crap she inwardly sighed. She dodged into an alleyway and jumped over a wall, once over she hid behind a dustbin. She clutched at her pendant on her neck. Nothing was there. Oh no please don't say I've lost it! Right think when did you last have it on? Hmm, crap, before knocking Dean out of the way of the gunman, that means it has been missing for over a month, how could I not realise?
Dean jogged back to the car and was met by a confused Sam.
'What the hell were you just doing Dean?'
'Saw….saw… the … girl' Dean panted.
'She was here?'
'Watching us' Dean replied once he got his breath back.
They sat in the car and ate their food in silence once done they raced over to Jerry who was finding out what the substance they found was.
'It's Sulphur' Jerry said as he looked up from his microscope.
'You're sure?' Dean asked.
'Take a look, right now I have an idiot to fire' Jerry replied and walked out of his office; Dean walked around the desk to the microscope and looked through it. Definitely Sulphur Dean thought as he heard Jerry's shouts of firing.
'So, what do you think we're looking at? Demonic possession?' Sam asked.
Dean nodded.
'But usually the demons don't use their host bodies for something as disastrous as this, do they?'
Dean nodded 'there have been rare cases. Now that I think of it, it's more and more common these days for a demon to do this'.
'I sure have missed a lot haven't I Dean?'
'Not too much Sammy' Dean cheerfully replied.
At the airfield Chuck and his trainee pilot have been up in the air for 40 minutes now and so far the new pilot is handling the controls nicely.
'How long have we been up?' the man asks Chuck.
'40 minutes'
'Good' the man looks at Chuck and smiles; eyes going black and hands pushing forward on the steering jock.
'What are you doing?' Chuck cried out.
Seconds later the plane crashes into a field killing the two men.
In the air by the wreck a voice whispered into the wind '1 down 6 to go'.
In the motel where Sam and Dean are staying they are sat on one of the beds hunched over the laptop; looking up demonic possession.
'How much useless information is actually on the internet?' Dean sighed.
'You're just annoyed 'cause she got away'.
'Am not!' Dean retorted.
'Look, once we've finished up here we'll start looking for her; get Bobby to run a system check on her.
'Fine, so, what have we got so far?'
'Well, there's something in the Japanese folklore about Japanese demonic possession, here take a look'.
Sam showed the laptop to Dean and Dean said 'so the Japanese believe that disasters are caused by certain demons. This is something way bigger that what we've ever seen, God I wish Dad was here'. Dean sighed and rubbed his head.
Suddenly his phone started to ring Dean picked it up and answered it; 'Hello'.
'Dean, it's me, Jerry, my friend Chuck, the pilot has just been in another plane crash only this time he died'
'We'll be straight over' Dean replied and hung up his phone.
'Who was that?' Sam asked looking up from his laptop.
'Jerry. The pilot Chuck has died in another plane crash'
'Definitely bigger that what we've dealt with '.
In Jerry's office the boys are showing Jerry what they found at the crash site where Chuck died.
'The plane went down after about 40 minutes in the air'.
'Same as the other plane' Sam said to Dean.
'So, we're thinking that each of these planes has gone down after 40 minutes, so 40 minutes signifies death?'
Sam nodded whilst Jerry left the room to go and shout at another employee.
'And it's now going after the survivors of the plane crash, because they shouldn't off lived'.
Once Sam and Dean thanked Jerry, they got back into the Impala.
'We need to find out who is planning on flying again anytime soon' Dean said to Sam as they left the airplane workshop.
'Already done' Sam said 'the stewardess, on board the flight plans to go up in about an hour's time'
'Dammit. Can we get a hold of her?'
'No, we're just going to have to get her at the airport'.
Dean cursed again and put his foot down, there was no way he was going to let more innocent people die'.
They got to the airport with half an hour to spare. Looking for an attendee so they can try and contact Amanda Walker.
After a couple of minutes of searching, Dean has finally paged Amanda.
She walks to the phone she has been told to go to and Dean and Sam quickly think of something that will stop her from going up.
'Hello' the voice of Amanda Walker said as she lifted the phone to her ear.
'Hello Amanda, we're really sorry to have to tell you this, but it's about your sister' Dean answered in what he hoped was a convincing doctor-like voice.
'What about my sister?' Amanda answered, panic lacing her voice.
'She's been in an accident. She's at the Royal Hope Hospital'.
Remembering that she only just spoke to her sister, not 2 minutes ago she replied 'ok well if you can tell me who the hell you are because I just got off the phone with my sister and she's at home with my kids. Did Tony put you up to this?'
Realising that they couldn't stop her from going on the flight Dean gave in and said 'Yeah, yeah he did, thought it would be a laugh. Sorry'.
'Well tell him he's a jerk'
Dean laughed at this and replied 'will do' before hanging up.
'She still flying?' Sam asked.
Dean nodded.
Tony is such a jerk! Amanda thought as she passed the co-pilot, she smiled at him and said 'I have that special drink in the plane for you, brought because of the late night you're doing'.
'Thanks Amanda' the co-pilot smiled.
As Amanda walked past and went out to board the plane, the same black smoke that effectively killed Chuck and the majority of her last flight, entered the co-pilot's eyes.
Once the black smoke was gone the co-pilot coughed and his eyes were black.
'Come on Dean, we're going to have to go on the flight'
'I don't want to' Dean replied.
'Why?'
'Because, I'm afraid of flying'.
Dean's sudden bombshell of flying phobia hit Sam like a man driving into a brick wall.
'Look, I'm not going to lie to you, the plane will go down if we don't go on it and stop the demon, loads of innocent people will die!'
Sam's outburst made Dean scowl, 'fine, I'll go on'.
Outside the airport Amelie tuned into Dean's mind which now that she no longer had her amulet was easy.
I really don't want to go on this plane, God why does Sammy make me do these things?
As Sam and Dean boarded the flight they were given some awful news.
'I'm sorry sirs but your seats are at opposite ends of the plane'
Dean paled.
'You' the hostess said to Dean 'are at the back of the plane whereas you' she pointed to Sam 'are at the front but on the right'. She smiled at them as they begrudgingly went to their places.
It was almost time for the plane to go up but they were waiting for a passenger who was having trouble with baggage control.
Groaning Dean looked out of the window and thought it's not fair I have a fricken empty seat next to me and they're saying that Sammy has to sit at the front of the plane. I better not get this passenger next to me, or I am going to be seriously pissed.
They only had to wait for two minutes before the voice of the new passenger could be heard
'I hope this flight will be more controlled than your baggage control, I mean I thought you had the best people in the state working on these but no'.
Dean looked up to see the passenger but it seemed everybody else had the same idea so all Dean could see was a woman with long dark red hair.
Could it be the girl I was chasing earlier? Nah too much of a coincidence for it to be her Dean thought.
As Amelie walked down the aisle she could feel men checking her out, she inwardly sighed men always thinking about sex and food. She found where she was sitting and looked to see what the passenger she would be sitting next to looked like.
It was Dean.
Dean Winchester.
Oh Great!
As she sat down next to Dean she noticed that he was gripping the seat so tightly that his knuckles had gone white and he was staring out of the window and hadn't once looked to see who the person sitting next to him was.
'Nervous flyer?' Amelie asked.
'Try terrified' Dean replied with a hint of humour.
'It's better if you don't look out of the window; focus on something inside of the plane'.
'Look, I appreciate the fact that you want to help me but …' he trailed of as he turned to face Amelie.
'You!' he said.
'Yep, now are you going to argue with me or what?'
Lost for words Dean only managed a stutter.
'Ok then, right I guess I better start from the top; my name is Amelie and yes I am the same person who you chased earlier and the same person who pushed you out of the way of the bullet, you are Dean Winchester, you have a brother called Sam who you occasionally call Sammy, your father's name is John and you were born in Lawrence, Kansas, your mother died when you were four and you drive a black '67 Chevy Impala'.
'How do you know so much about me?'
'I do my research on someone who I save's life' Amelie quickly lied.
'Alright, ok, so how do you know my father?'
'I don't'
'Come on don't give me that shit. I know you do'
'Look I really don't, I only know his name'.
'So you didn't go the psychiatric hospital yesterday then?'
'No'
'So you're not Emilia?'
'No, when I go under cover I always use my real name; Amelie'
Hmm Dean thought she is going to be tricky.
'Alright, say I do believe you, which I don't, why are you on this plane?'
'Because I'm like you'
'What do you mean like me?'
'A hunter'
'So I guess that this is what I thought it was then?' Dean said and pulled out the pentagram necklace from his pocket.
'I kept it in my pocket in the hopes that I would see you again, I had a new chain put on, because I snapped it when you pushed me to the ground'.
Amelie gazed at the necklace with tears in her eyes, Dean had gone and had a new chain put on for her and he didn't even know her. It made her feel really bad that she couldn't tell him the whole truth.
'Thanks and yes it's a devils trap, I like to be protected at all times, I was worried I would never see it again'.
Dean placed the necklace into Amelie's palm and looked into her eyes as she did to him, green eyes locked they leant in towards one another. They were going in for a kiss when someone coughed behind them.
'Sammy!' Dean cried.
'What?' Sam said but then realised that he had just interrupted his brother and the woman sitting next to him. Glancing down at the woman intending to apologise to her he saw who she was.
She was the woman who Dean and him had been looking for, for over a month. What a lucky coincidence Sam thought.
'You'
'Is that the way you both greet people?' the woman retorted.
'No, sorry, hi I'm Sam'
'I know who you are'.
'Oh, uh, um' Sam stuttered.
'Look can we have this conversation after we've sorted out the demonic possession?'
'How do you know about that?' Sam asked.
'Hunter'.
'Oh'
'The demon went for someone very stressed and nervous in the previous two cases of demonic possession, so we are looking for someone who is or would normally of been very stressed' Amelie said as she unbuckled her belt.
'I'll check the stewardess' Dean said and walked up the plane.
'So you are the person who my brother has been obsessed with finding this past month'.
'I guess I am' Amelie replied whilst using a homemade EMF device. She had recently put on her necklace so she felt safer using her device.
When Dean came back Sam and her had checked the whole of the back portion of the plane.
'Was it her?' Sam asked.
'No, I even said 'Christ' in Latin; she didn't seem affected by it'.
'So it's someone else' Sam said more to himself than anyone.
'Yes and we only have 15 minutes till everyone goes bye bye' Amelie replied.
'Thanks for making me feel much better Am' Dean sarcastically replied.
Amelie chose to ignore the sarcasm and replied 'I like Am, thanks Dean'.
Groaning Dean fished his home made EMF device from his pocket. It looked a lot like Amelie's only bigger and you had to use headphones to hear for a sound.
Sam, Dean and Amelie walked up the plane, waving the EMF reader over passengers; they got to where the stewardess was when it stated beeping. They all exchanged looks but they quickly looked back to where the demon was.
The door to the crew toilets opened and out popped the co-pilot. The device beeped loudly when pointed at him. Sam, Dean and Amelie's eyes widened as they realised who the demon was.
The co-pilot turned around to look at them and smiled; his eyes fully black.
There was definitely no doubt about it the co-pilot was the demon.
They quickly made their way to Dean's backpack that held the Latin book in it.
'Right we're going to have to be careful here, because we're only going to get one shot at this' Sam said as they got out the Latin book.
'So this exorcism is in two parts?' Amelie asked Sam.
'Yeah, the first part is getting the demon out of the host body'.
'But won't that make it stronger?' Amelie asked.
'Yes, but then when we do the second part we can send it straight back to hell'.
I best not be standing close to the demon when Sam reads it out then Amelie thought.
'So how are we going to get the co-pilot out of the cock-pit?' Dean asked as they made their way up the plane for what Dean felt like was the millionth time that day.
'I have an idea' Amelie replied and headed towards the stewardess.
'Hi, Amanda is it?'
'Yes, who wants to know?'
'My name is Amelie Collins, I'm a reporter for the New York Times, I was wondering if I could speak to your co-pilot, you see I'm doing this article about the difference between pilots and co-pilots. I speak to the pilots on land and the co-pilots on board. Giving me a real life view of the way of a co-pilot'.
'Can I see some ID first?'
'Yeah sure' Amelie said as she fished out her reporters ID.
Satisfied at the badge Amanda went into the cock pit to get the co-pilot out.
Whilst Amelie was waiting she gestured for Sam and Dean to come closer to her and to get the exorcism ready.
'Here you go' Amanda said as the co-pilot walked into view.
'Hello, little one' the co-pilot said his eyes turning black.
'I'm as little as you think I am, now guys!' Amelie shouted and Sam and Dean appeared knocking the co-pilot to the ground subduing him in the process.
'What do you think you're doing?' Amanda cried out.
Amelie walked over to her and whispered in her ear 'there's a thing inside your friend and unless the boys stop it everyone on this plane will die'
Amanda looked at Amelie to check if she was lying or not, after a brief pause she nodded 'what can I do to help?'
Amelie smiled at Amanda and told her to tell everyone to go to their seats and strap in as they are heading for some turbulence.
Upon asking why turbulence Amelie replied 'because this demon won't go without a fight'.
Back where Sam and Dean were, Sam was reciting the exorcism whilst Dean was chucking holy water onto the demon and fighting it down. The demon started to scream out things at the boys, in the hope that they would be too scared to continue exorcising it.
'I know what happened to Jessica' the demon screamed.
'And I know who little Amelie is too, let me go and I'll tell you'.
'No' Dean said and seconds later Sam had finished the exorcism and the demon flew out of the co-pilot's body and into the air duct above.
Almost immediately the plane started to take a dive and everyone on the plane was thrust forward and as Amelie was one of the three people standing up she fell down and wacked her head against the side of the counter where all of the crew's drinks are made.
Shit that hurt she thought as she felt blood trickle down her face.
Screams were starting to slip from the passenger's mouths as it was looking like they were not going to make it out of the plane alive.
'Hurry up Sammy!' Dean shouted as he was hurled against one of the walls.
'I can't find the book!' Sam shouted back.
'WHAT!' Dean screamed.
'Relax, Deanie, Sam it's here' Amelie said as stumbled in picking up the book of the floor. It was by where they had first came in.
'Thanks' Sam replied and began to chant.
Dean started to panic so Amelie went over to him clutching his hand 'we're going to survive this Dean. I just know it' she pressed her lips to his cheek and whispered 'I'll always protect you and Sammy'.
Seconds later, Sam has finished reciting the exorcism and the planes lights are back on and the pilot has managed to regain control over the plane.
'Well done Sam, for a second there I thought we were going to die' Dean said as he sat down on the floor to worn out to move.
'Yeah, well done Sam' Amelie said.
'Thanks' Sam started but upon noticing Amelie's head had blood down it he promptly said 'stay there I'll get the first aid kit.'
'Son of a bitch Amelie, that's massive cut' Dean said.
'Doesn't hurt' Amelie replied.
'Right, this will sting so you may want to hold onto something' Sam said as he came back into view.
Dean reached out and held her hand 'squeeze if it hurts' he smiled.
Once the plane had landed Amelie was all patched up and was standing with Sam and Dean in the airport lounge.
'Are you sure you don't know anything about our Dad's whereabouts?'
'Dean I told you before I don't know who your dad is'.
'Fine'.
Dean remained silent as Amanda mouthed a thank you to the three of them as she went over to the two policemen who were asking for statements.
'Come on we best get out of here before the cops, ask us anything' Amelie said.
'Yeah' Sam replied not totally focused on the present.
'Hey, what's wrong Sammy?' Sam smiled at Dean's deduction of something being wrong. I never could fool him he thought.
'Just what that demon said, about Jess, I mean how could he of known about what happened to her?'
'Look Sam, demons are bastards and love to live of your fears, he would of lied about knowing about what happened to her' Amelie said stopping Sam and looking directly into his eyes.
'Am's right Sam'
'Yeah I guess' Sam said.
As they started walking towards the Impala Dean asked Amelie 'so would you like to stay with us? You know hunting?'
'Sorry Deanie, I work alone but maybe one day' Amelie said before kissing Sam on the cheek and pulling Dean into a passionate kiss.
Once finished Dean was lost for words.
'See you around boys' Amelie said as she walked towards her SUV.
Jerry was standing by the Impala when the boys arrived at it.
'Thanks so much for all the work you've done' he said.
'No problem, but how did you know my number, its relatively new, I've only told a few people the number' Dean questioned.
'It's on your Dad's voicemail' Jerry replied.
As Jerry walked away Sam said to Dean 'so Dad's not talking to us, great'.
'Look we'll get to the bottom of why he won't talk to us, right now we've got some supernatural bastards to hunt' Dean said on getting into the Impala.
'Yeah, let's go Dean' Sam said as the engine roared into life and they left the airport.
In a motel no less than a few miles away John Winchester sat on the bed looking at his phone. He'd just received a text of Amelie it read;
They were on the plane with me; they know I know you so I won't be seeing you for a while. When I do I'll be with Missouri A
That's the 4th episode of SPN S1 done next up is going to be a surprise.
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