Warning: Major character death! Read at your own risk.


Amanda pulled her shoulder out of Sam's grip and backed up to the opposite wall. "If you come any closer to me, I will scream. I'm just trying to have a peaceful flight and you come in here with information on me and you start talking nonsense. I'll either have you arrested or sent to an insane asylum when we land if you don't go back to your seat and stay there!"

Sam threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "How can you not see it? There was man with black eyes on flight 2485 that wrenched open the hatch of the plane and caused it to crash. You were one of the survivors. The pilot of flight 2485 is now dead from another plane crash. Is that not suspicious? Two plane crashes in two months. Please, Amanda, you've got to listen to me! More people are going to die!"

Amanda worried her bottom lip. "What is it I'm doing?"

Sam let out the breath he had been holding. "The co-pilot, I need you to bring him back here." Sam held up his hand to stop Amanda's protests. "I don't have time to explain, I just need to talk to him. Please, people's lives are at stake."

"Well, how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot back here?"

Sam was desperate, pleading. "Do whatever it takes. Tell him something is broken back here; whatever will get him out of that cockpit."

Amanda walked to the front of the airplane and knocked on the door to the cockpit. The co-pilot came out and, after talking to Amanda, started to make his way to the back of the plane.

Sam hurriedly got out the leather-bound book and holy water. There wasn't much time left now. As soon as the co-pilot walked through the curtain, Sam punched him, effectively knocking him to the floor. Amanda gasped and stepped between Sam and the co-pilot.

"What are you doing?! I thought you said you were just going to talk to him?!"

Sam pushed Amanda out of the way and jumped on the co-pilot, punching him again. "He's a demon! I have to exorcise him." Sam went to throw holy water on the co-pilot when he felt a shove from the side. Amanda had pushed him off the co-pilot! The demon's eyes turned black as it turned towards Sam, smiled, and knocked him out with a blow to the head.


Dean was pacing nervously back and forth in front of Gate 13. He couldn't throw the feeling that something was wrong, wrong, wrong! Would Sam be fine? Dean didn't care if the whole airplane burned to a crisp as long as his brother was okay.

Glancing at the estimated times of arrival, Dean's heart stopped. There was no estimated time of arrival. Instead, the board said SEE AGENT. Dean hurried over to closest flight personnel he could find.

"Hey, uh, what's going on? Why does that say SEE AGENT? My brother's on that flight! I need to know what's happening." Dean was talking fast, worry lacing his voice. The woman gave Dean a sympathetic look led him to a small room, telling him to wait there.

After the longest minute ever, a man walked into the room. Dean stopped his pacing and turned towards the door, eager for information on his brother.

"Mr. Winchester, please have a seat." The man motioned to the plush chair as he sat in his own.

Dean didn't move. "What happened to the flight?"

"I suggest you sit, Mr. Winchester." The name plate on the desk said WINSLOW.

Dean grudgingly sat down on the edge of his seat, his eyes boring holes into Winslow's head.

Winslow leaned forward and rested his elbow on the desk. "Mr. Winchester, I'm very sorry to tell you this, but the airplane your brother took off in never made it here. It crashed forty minutes into the flight. Our rescue responders only found rubble and the burnt remains of the crash site. No one survived. I'm extremely sorry. If there's anything we can..."

Winslow's voice faded. Dean only heard a loud buzzing in his ears accompanied with one phrase: No one survived. No one survived. No one survived...

Dean fell back into the chair, his whole body going limp. Sam, his brother, his best friend, was gone. He didn't even get a proper hunter's funeral, either.

"Mr. Winchester? Are you alright? You look positively green." Winslow's voice slowly fades back in.

Dean takes a deep breath and steels his nerves. He's got to be strong for Sammy. "Can I have my brother's body? I'd like to give him a proper funeral." Dean's voice caught on body. He cleared his throat, vowing not to let it happen again.

Winslow grimaced. "The thing is, Mr. Winchester, we're not entirely sure which body is your brothers'. The remains we found were charred, but not everyone's body was on the plane."

Dean perked up. "So my brother could still be alive?!"

Winslow patted the air, trying to calm Dean down. "The wreckage we found was tremendous. No one could've survived that kind of crash."

"But you didn't find all the bodies?" Dean scrambled to find a reason his brother was alive, anything would do.

Winslow shook his head. "I do not want to give you false hope. I would start calling loved ones and breaking the news. I'm sure your parents would want to know-"

"Did you find all the bodies?!"

Winslow sighed. "No, but they could've been burned so much they've turned to ash, or, sadly, the animals might've gotten to the bones first. We just can't be sure."

Dean stood up. "Thank you for telling me." Without another word, Dean marched from the room and made a beeline for the Impala. He had research to do.


Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed reading Phantom Traveler AU. I have a plan to expand this storyline if y'all would like me to. If not, I'll leave it as is.