AN: Thanks for the reviews, Mrs Max McDowell, wizziewoo123 and xxkissesandcuddlesxx. I love wizziewoo123's idea of Tiffany flirting with other guys to get Dean jealous; I will start to show that with newer chapters. Mrs. Max McDowell; later after the jealousy and flirting with other people I will probably get these two together…but not too soon. =]
Tiffany and Dean were lying side by side in the bed. Tiffany was laying on her stomach the same as Dean. Tiffany opened her eyes to see Dean looking as vulnerable as ever in his sleep except for the fact that his hand was gripping a knife under his pillow. Tiffany tried to climb over Dean to get to the bathroom when she felt arms warp around her, she laughed as he pulled her down to him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he muttered into the pillow. His eyes were still close but he was slowly waking up.
"I was hoping to use the ladies room." He chuckled as she turned around to face him. He tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer.
"You can go later; I still need my teddy bear."
"Great first I had to play girlfriend now I'm playing teddy bear?"
He laughed. "Shut up and go back to sleep, sweetheart." Well, it couldn't hurt to sleep for a little bit longer. She curled up next to him tucking her head under his chin. She closed her eyes and listened to Deans breathing even out. She was almost asleep when she heard the door open. Both Dean and her cracked an eye open and looked at each other. Tiffany glanced at Dean's arm as she saw him tighten his grip on the knife. The door slammed shut and Sam walked around the wall.
"Morning sunshine and princess," said Sam. He was holding coffee. "Am I interrupting something? Because I surely remember Tiffany being on the other side of you when I left."
"What time is it?" asked Dean.
"It's about 5:45." Sam sat down across from them.
"In the morning?!" asked Dean and Tiffany at the same time.
"Yep." Tiffany pulled the blankets over her and Dean while she sighed. She put her bottom lip out pouting at Dean.
"Where does the day go?" asked Dean sarcastically. He sat up and Tiffany stayed under the covers. "Did you get any sleep last night?"
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours," said Sam handing him some coffee. Sam put a cup under the blanket and they saw a hand come out and snatch it from him. They chuckled as she sat up. "You're my hero, Sam Winchester." She sniffed the coffee and sighed in delight.
"Liar," said Dean as he looked at Sam. "'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching' the George Foreman infomercial."
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Tiffany chuckled and took a sip of her coffee.
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" asked Tiffany.
"I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah it is," said Dean.
"Look I appreciate your concern-"
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive and it's my job to watch hers…" Tiffany hit him in the arm and glared. "I meant that in a hunter way." He winked at Sam. "So I need you sharp." Sam shrugged.
"Are you still having dreams about Jess?" asked Tiffany.
"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job, man, it gets to you."
"Well, you can't let it. You can't bring it home like that," said Dean.
"So, what? All this, it never keeps you up at night?" Dean shook his head. Sam looked at Tiffany and she shrugged. She didn't really want to talk about this at 5 in the freaking morning! "Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really." Sam and Tiffany didn't know if he was just saying this to show his big brother it's ok to be tough or if he was just showing off to Tiffany about him being tough. Tiffany arched an eyebrow and grabbed the knife under his pillow and showed it to the boys. Dean glanced at it and grabbed it from her. "That's not fear, that's precaution."
"Alright, whatever," said Sam leaning against his bed. "I'm too tired to argue." Dean raised his eyebrows at Tiffany and she stuck her tongue out at him. They heard Deans cell going off.
"Hello?"
Dean, its Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back.
Dean made a face and looked at Tiffany. She leaned over and put her ear to the phone to listen. "Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"
No, no. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and, well, I think it could be a lot worse.
"What is it?"
Can we talk in person?
It took a couple hours to get to the warehouse that Jerry Panowski worked at but they got there. Jerry met the three of them out front and headed inside.
"Thanks for making' the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around." Jerry turned to Sam. "Dean and your dad really helped me out." Tiffany glanced at Dean and nudged him in the side. He smiled down at her and rubbed her back lightly.
"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" One of Jerry's employers walked by overhearing the word poltergeist and says, "Poltergeist?! I love that movie!"
Tiffany laughed and it was Deans turn to nudge her in the side.
"Hey, nobody's talking' to you. Keep walking'." Jerry turned back to Sam. "Damn right, it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart." He turned to Dean to see his arm around Tiffany. He raised his eyebrows at him and smirked. "I'll tell you somethin', if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." As Jerry turned back to Sam Tiffany looked back at Dean to see a little of his pride showing in his face. She wrapped her arm around him and squeezed his side to let him know she was proud of him. "Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"
"Yeah, I was. I'm…takin' some time off."
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time."
"He did?" Tiffany punched Sam lightly in the arm and he smiled at her.
"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?"
Tiffany felt Dean tense up and the three of them looked at each other. "He's, um…he's wrapped up in a job right now."
"Well, we're missin' the old man. We get Sam. Even trade, huh." They laughed.
"No, not by a long shot."
"I've got somethin' I want you guys to hear."
Jerry led the three of them into his office and pulled out a CD from his desk. He put it in the CD player. "I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley. Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry hit play on the CD player and the CD started. There was a lot of hissing and static but then a demonic voice played on it and it shut off. Dean, Sam and Tiffany looked at each other. "Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board, only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh….well, he's pretty broken up about it like it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?" asked Sam.
"No I don't."
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors."
" Right. And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" asked Dean.
"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage, fellas; the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way have I got that kind of clearance."
Dean and Tiffany glanced at each other and a mischievous smile spread across each other's face. They looked back at Jerry. "No problem."
SUPERNATURAL
Sam and Tiffany leaned on the car waiting for Dean to get out of the store who was making fake IDs. "So, Tiffany, how've you been feeling lately?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you had any visions lately?"
She shook her head. "No, but something else, it may be nothing but…"
"But what?" Sam looked at her curiously. She was shuffling her feet together and looking at the ground. "Tiffany, what is it?"
She looked up. "Remember with the Wendigo in Blackwater Ridge, when I left you two when you were arguing because I was getting a headache?" Sam nodded. "Well, that was mostly true."
"What do you mean?"
"I swear I could feel both of your emotions inside of me. Your anger towards everything and Dean's anger towards you. And before that, when you guys dropped me off at the motel, there was a little kid walking by with his mother holding his stomach complaining of a stomach ache and I could feel the stomach ache. I didn't feel sick but I could feel the pain." Tiffany searched Sam's eyes to see if he believed her. She let out a little laugh scratching her head. "You must think I'm crazy."
"No, no, trust me you're not crazy." They heard the door open and Dean came out laughing a little. "You've been in there forever."
Dean showed three fake ID's to them. "Can't rush perfection."
"Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us," said Sam.
Tiffany grinned at Dean. "It's going to be fun."
"See Sam, you shouldn't worry you should be like Tiffany and get all excited about this. It's somethin' new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." The three of them got into the car. "Alright so what do you two have?"
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder," said Tiffany leaning forward.
"Yeah?"
"Listen," said Sam hitting the play button on the recording on his lap top. All they heard was "No survivors." Tiffany shivered hearing that voice again. That voice just creeped her out. She didn't like it at all.
"No survivors? What's that suppose to mean? There were seven survivors."
"Got me," said Sam closing his lap top.
"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers," said Tiffany.
"Mmhmm," said Dean in thought.
"Remember flight 401?" asked Sam supporting Tiffany's guess.
"Right, the one that crashed, then the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights," said Dean. He smirked at the two of them. "Good job you two."
"Maybe we've got a similar deal?" asked Sam. Dean gave the two of them the survivor list.
"Alright survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?"
"Third on the list," said Sam pointing at the name. "Max Jaffey."
"Why him?"
"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."
"What makes you say that?" asked Dean.
"Well, I spoke to his mother, and she told me where to find him."
"Where?"
"Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital." Dean and Tiffany glanced at each other and back at Sam.
"Let's go see the crazy," said Dean starting the Impala. Tiffany slapped his arm and sat back. Sam glanced at Tiffany knowing why she had slapped it and it wasn't because she thought Dean was being funny, she actually thought she was going crazy feeling people's feelings. He knew how she felt.
"Well, we can split up," said Tiffany leaning against the front seat again.
"What? Why?" asked Dean glancing the rearview mirror.
"To get more information." It was kind of true but Tiffany just didn't want to go to the psychiatric hospital. She didn't feel comfortable going there especially since her certain powers if that's what she should call them started up.
"You sure?" asked Dean. Dean didn't like the fact Tiffany going off by herself, he's basically been nurturing her ever since she saved his life. He felt like he owed Tiffany, also he cared about her and didn't want anything happening to her.
"Yeah, I'll go see someone else and meet up with you at their house."
SUPERNATURAL
Tiffany got back in the car and the brothers turned around. "Don't have to worry about him flying anytime soon. Got anything?"
"Max supposedly saw the guy sitting in front of him get up and open the door of the airplane," said Sam.
"That's impossible," said Tiffany. "With all that wind power up there and the force of the airplane it's just impossible for a human being to open that door."
Dean pulled up to the house of George Phelps. The three of them looked at it. "Tiffany's right, even yoked on PCP or something, no way can you open an emergency exit door during a flight."
"Maybe George is something else," said Sam as the three of them got out of the car. "A creature, human form?"
Tiffany raised her eyebrows while staring at the house. "That look like a creature's lair to you?" asked Dean gesturing towards the house.
"This is your late husband?" asked Sam picking up a picture of George.
"Yes, that was my George," said Mrs. Phelps. Tiffany sat next to Mrs. Phelps holding her hand to calm her down. Tiffany smiled weakly at her.
"And you said he was a…dentist?" asked Dean
"Mm-hmm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…" Mrs. Phelps started to cry and Tiffany started rubbing her back for comfort. She grabbed a couple tissues from the coffee table and handed them to her. Mrs. Phelps smiled at her and took them.
"How long were you married?" asked Sam as he smiled at her.
"Thirteen years."
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" asked Tiffany.
Mrs. Phelps sniffed and glanced at her. "Well…uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." She looked back at Sam and Dean while Tiffany cocked an eyebrow at them. After a couple more questions Mrs. Phelps walked them to the door.
"Well, thank you Mrs. Phelps," said Tiffany shaking her hand. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She nodded and the three of them walked to the Impala.
"I mean, it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense," said Sam.
"Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know, what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage," said Dean.
"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we better look the part," said Sam.
"What?" asked Dean stopping at the car door.
"In other words, Sam wants to play dress up," said Tiffany. She clapped her hands and smiled. "Yay, a Winchester that likes to play."
"I like to play…just not dress up," said Dean.
Sam and Dean exited the suit shop wearing suits. Dean was disgusted by the suit while Sam actually felt good wearing one.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers," said Dean.
"No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance," said Sam laughing.
"I hate this thing. I hate getting dressed up…" He stopped in his tracks seeing Tiffany leaning against the Impala. She was wearing a black skirt above the knees, a white buttoned up shirt and 5 inch heels. Her hair was down in waves and she had her sunglasses on and she blew a bubble with her gum. "On the other hand…wow." Sam nudged him and Dean shook his head and started walking towards the car again.
"What took you guys so long?" asked Tiffany pushing her sunglasses down her nose and smiling at them.
"Ask the blues brother over there," said Sam laughing.
"Shut up." Tiffany giggled and they got in the car.
Once they were in the warehouse they showed the security guards their IDs and he let them in. Tiffany walked on one side of the warehouse looking at some of the wreckage while the brothers walked on the other. She walked towards them seeing Dean put headphones into his ears.
"What is that?" asked Sam looking at the electric device in Dean's hand.
"It's an EMF meter, reads electromagnetic frequencies," said Dean.
Sam smirked. "Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?"
Dean smiled so proud of his work. "'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade."
"Yeah, I can see that."
Dean frowned and Tiffany laughed. "Awe Dean, I'm proud of you, you finally found a way to make use of your hands."
"I'll show you my use of my hands," he muttered and she glared at him. After Dean walked past the emergency door the EMF started beeping loudly.
"Shit that works," said Tiffany.
"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean and Tiffany look at the door handle and see something on it. Dean touched it and made a face. "What is that?"
"One way to find out," said Sam. He scraped some of it off with a knife and put it in a plastic bag. While Sam was scraping some off Dean looked at the stuff on his fingers, shrugged and wiped it on Sam's back. Tiffany held back the laughter and Sam rolled his eyes.
Tiffany started to sense something she couldn't understand what it was but she knew someone was coming. "You guys, let's get out of here." Dean and Sam glanced to her to see her staring off in no particular reason.
"I agree," said Dean and he grabbed her arm and the three of them left. The found an exit and walked out. They looked around thinking that they were safe when the alarm started going off. They looked at each other and started running. Tiffany took her heels off and followed them to a gate. "You've got to be kidding." But she knew there was no time to argue. Dean took off his jacket and had Tiffany climb up first he held her by the hips and found himself staring under her skirt.
"Dean, if you are looking up my skirt, I swear…"
"Threats later move now!" he yelled. Sam got over the gate first and Tiffany jumped into his arms. Dean climbed over the fence and jumped down. He grabbed his jacket and said, "Huh. These monkey suits do come in handy." The three of them ran back to the car and quickly drove away.
SUPERNATURAL
"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur," said Jerry looking up from the microscope.
"You're sure?" asked Sam. He and Tiffany gave each other a worry glance.
"Take a look for yourself. They all heard someone yelling and cursing in the hallway and Jerry stepped back from the desk. "If you three will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." Jerry left the room and they heard him yelling at the guy. Dean looked through the microscope.
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."
"Demonic possession?" asked Tiffany.
Dean glanced up at her and nodded. "It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch."
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible," said Sam.
"Yeah, but this goes way beyond floatin' over a bed or barfin' pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use 'em to take down an entire airplane?"
"You ever heard of somethin' like this before?" He glanced between Tiffany and Dean. Tiffany shook her head crossing her arms across her chest.
"Never," said Dean.
The three of them ended up back at the motel. Tiffany was in the shower while Dean unpacked and Sam was on the laptop doing some research.
Tiffany sighed getting out of the shower. She felt clean and relieved. She needed to relief some stress after hearing about the demon possession and the airplane. She ran her brush through her hair, scrunched it up and walked out. She tightened the towel around her as she walked to her bag that was on Dean's bed. She didn't notice Sam and Dean even though she was directly in front of Dean. Dean looked over at Sam noticing him staring at Tiffany and made a face. He didn't like other men staring at Tiffany, he didn't even like them flirting with her. And now his brother is staring! He grabbed a shirt, rolled it in a ball and threw it at Sam's head. Sam looked at him like what?! He wasn't really doing anything wrong, just staring, it's not like Dean and Tiffany were going out.
Breaking the silence Sam said, "So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."
"Yeah, but none of 'em describe anything like this," said Dean. Sam threw the shirt back at Dean and he sniffed it and threw it at Sam's bed.
"Don't tell me you need to do your laundry again?!" asked Tiffany looking up at Dean. He smiled knowing very well she would do his laundry. She shook her head. "You are worse than a girl." She grabbed her jeans, t-shirt, panties and bra and headed towards the bathroom. She turned around and pointed at him. "You're helping next time we do laundry!" She closed the door of the bathroom behind her.
"Dude what was that?" asked Sam.
"What?" asked Dean taking more clothes out and sniffing them.
"Don't look at Tiffany like that."
"Like what?"
"Like the way you were."
Sam rolled his eyes, yeah sure, he still wasn't over Jess but Tiffany was pretty. "What's it matter to you Dean? You're not together." Dean clenched his jaw together and didn't say anything. Sam turned back to the laptop and said, "According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One cause's earthquakes, another cause's disease."
"And this one causes plane crashes?"Sam shrugged and the bathroom door opened. Tiffany came in dressed in torn up jeans, a white buttoned up shirt with a tank top underneath. "Alright, so, what? We've got a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"
"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?"Dean looked at Tiffany scratching his head. "What? "
"I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. You know, I wish Dad was here." Tiffany grimaced and rubbed Dean's arm while walking by him to let him know it would be ok. He smiled weakly at her.
"Yeah. Me, too." Dean heard his cell phone start to ring and he picked it up.
"Hello? "
Dean, it's Jerry.
"Oh, hey, Jerry." Tiffany glanced up from Sam's laptop and looked at Dean.
My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, is dead.
Dean's face went into shock. Tiffany squeezed Sam's shoulders and he touched her hand for comfort noticing Deans face. If Dean wasn't on the phone he would have said something about those two but this was a hunt, he could yell at the two of them later. "Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"
He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down.
"Where'd this happen?"
About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth.
"I'll try to ignore the irony in that."
I'm sorry?
"Nothing'. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hung up and put his phone in his pocket.
"Another crash?" asked Tiffany walking over to him.
"Yeah. Let's go."
"Where?" asked Sam getting up and closing his laptop.
"Nazareth." Sam and Tiffany glanced at each other and smiled a little.
After the three of them visited the plane crash in Nazareth they went back to Jerry's. Jerry was looking through the microscope and then looked back up at the three of them.
"Sulfur?" Jerry nodded. "Well, that's great. All right, so, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."
"With all due respect to Chuck, um…if that's the case, that would be the good news," said Sam.
"What's the bad news?"
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did Flight 2485,
said Tiffany glancing between Dean and Sam.
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" asked Jerry.
"It's biblical numerology," said Tiffany. "On Noah's Ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death."
"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in," said Sam.
"Any survivors?" asked Dean.
"No. Or not until now, at least, not until Flight 2485, for some reason. And the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?"
Tiffany and Dean glanced at each other than back at Sam. "No survivors".
Sam nodded.
"It's goin' after all the survivors. It's trying' to finish the job," said Dean.
SUPERNATURAL
"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam hung up and crossed Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloways names off the list. "All right, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flyin' anytime soon."
"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker," said Tiffany.
"Right. Her sister, Karen, said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8 PM. It's her first night back on the job," said Sam.
"That sounds like just our luck," said Dean.
Tiffany leaned forwards and looked at Dean. "Dean, this is a five-hour drive. Even with you behind the wheel."
"Why don't you call Amanda's cell phone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass," said Dean looking at Sam.
"I've already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off."
"We're never going to make it," said Tiffany sighing and leaned against the backseat.
"Oh, we'll make it," said Dean. He stepped on the pedal headed down the road.
Once they were at the airport the three of them ran in. They looked up at the screen looking for Amanda's flight.
Sam pointed to the screen. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes."
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone," said Dean.
They ran to a phone and Dean picked it up. "Hi. Gate 13, I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on Flight, um…" Dean glanced at Sam and Tiffany for help.
"424," said Sam.
"Flight 424."
The three of them heard the loudspeaker go off. "Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker. You have a phone call at the white courtesy phone, Gate 13."
Dean looked at the clock. "Come on…"
This is Amanda Walker.
"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."
Karen?
"Nothing serious just a minor car accident. But she was injured, so…"
Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her.
Dean glanced at Tiffany and Sam and made a worried face. "You what?"
Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?
Uh, well…there must be some mistake."
And how would you even know I was here? Is this one of Vince's friends?
Dean chuckled nervously. "Guilty as charged."
Wow. This is unbelievable.
"He's really sorry."
Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?
"Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so…"
No, I'm sorry. It's too late.
"Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess, really…it's pathetic."
Really?
"Oh, yeah."
Look, I've gotta go. Tell him to call me when I land.
"No, no, wait, Amanda." He heard silence on the other end. "Amanda?" Dean hung up and looked at the two of them. "Damn it! So close."
"All right, it's time for Plan B. We're getting on that plane," said Sam.
"Now, just hold on a second," said Dean looking around as if he was scared. Tiffany furrowed her brows and looked at him closed, he was scared.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash," said Sam.
"I know!"
"We're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets. You and Tiffany just go and get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Tiffany grabbed Dean's arm and made him look at her. "Are you okay?" Sam looked turned back to them before going to get the tickets.
Dean hesitantly said, "No, not really."
"What? What's wrong?" asked Sam
"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh…" He put his hand up in the air and sighed shaking his head.
"Flying?" asked Tiffany.
"It's never really been an issue until now."
"You're joking, right?" asked Sam.
Dean panicked. "Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere?"
"All right," said Sam and he looked at Tiffany then back at Dean. "Uh, we'll go."
Dean looked at Tiffany and shook his head. "What?"
"We can do this," said Sam. "Don't worry."
"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash." He couldn't live with himself knowing if that plane crashed, Sam and Tiffany would be gone. He would be alone again and the two of them would be dead.
"Look, Dean, we could all do it, or Tiff and I can do it. I'm not seeing a third option here."
"Come on! Really?" Dean sighed.
"Look, Dean, we'll be there," said Tiffany, she grabbed his hand and he looked at her. "Together."
Dean glanced between the two. "Man."
A few minutes later they found themselves sitting in their seats on the airplane. Tiffany was sitting in the middle of them and Dean had a death grip on her hand. Sam looked at Dean and sighed. "Just try to relax."
Dean growled. "Just try to shut up." Sam laughed and sat back. They felt the airplane lift off and Dean tightened his seatbelt and tightened his grip even more on Tiffany's hand. She let out a breath of pain. "Dean, you are worse than a pregnant woman's grip. Dean grimaced and once the light showed on the airplane that they could take their belts off, Tiffany took hers off and took her hand out of his grip. She started rubbing his shoulders to calm him down. He only calmed a little and she could hear him humming.
"Are you humming Metallica?" she asked.
"It calms me down."
Sam leaned over. "Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you've got to stay focused."
Dean glanced at Tiffany and let out a deep breath to calm down. She let go of his shoulders and grabbed his hand. "Okay."
"I mean, we've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism," whispered Sam.
"Yeah, on a crowded plane, that's gonna be easy," said Tiffany.
"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"
"Well, it's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress," said Dean.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up," said Sam.
"Mm-hmm." Dean glanced at the flight attendant that passed. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"
"No, I'm not," she said and smiled.
"Oh, my mistake." He smiled weakly at her.
The flight attendant walked away and Dean turned to see Amanda at the back of the plane near the restrooms.
"Alright, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so…I'll go talk to her and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state."
"What if she's already possessed?" asked Sam.
"There's ways to test that." Dean reached into his bag and grabbed the bottle of holy water. "I brought holy water." Tiffany grabbed the bottle from him shaking her head. "No I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God
"Oh. Nice," he said and got up. Tiffany felt relief in her hand and shook it.
"Hey," said Sam turning around in his seat. Dean turned back.
"What?"
"Say it in Latin"
Dean rolled his eyes. "I know." He walked away.
"Hey!" said Tiffany turning around.
Dean's eyes widened. "What?!"
"In Latin, it's Cristo."
"Tiff, I know, I'm not an idiot!" He walked away and Tiffany sat back down and looked at Sam. "Not an idiot huh?"
He laughed and grabbed her hand holding it. She smiled and looked back to make sure Dean was ok.
After a few minutes Dean returned to his seat and turned to them. He noticed his hand in Tiffany's and grinded his teeth together. They looked up at him.
"Alright, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet," Dean said.
"You said Cristo?" asked Tiffany and let go of Dean's hand.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."
Tiffany sighed. "So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone…anywhere."
The plane started to rumble and the light flickered a little. Dean tensed up and Tiffany grabbed his hand. "Come on! That can't be normal!"
"Shh, shh," she whispered in his ear. He calmed down feeling her breath on his ear and her voice soothing him. "It's just a little turbulence. It's ok." She rubbed the back of his neck and kept shushing him but he was sort of getting annoyed.
"This plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating' me like I'm friggin' four!" Tiffany backed up from him and Dean rolled his eyes. She looked at Sam for help. She felt a little stab in her heart from him freaking out at her.
"You need to calm down," said Sam.
"Well, I'm sorry, I can't!"
"Yes, you can," said Tiffany and she put her hand on his arm.
"Guys, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping!"
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now." Dean let out a long deep breath. "Good." Sam opened John's journal. "Now I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work, the ritual Romano."
"What do we have to do?" asked Tiffany looking at it.
"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?" asked Dean.
"Yeah."
"How?"
"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own."
"Oh, and why is that a good thing?"
"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all."
"First things first, we've got to find it."
The three of them separated. Dean and Tiffany walked towards the front while Sam took the back. Dean had the EMF meter in his hand and searched everyone they walked by. They found themselves at the front and it seemed no one was possessed. Dean and Tiffany felt something hit their backs and they turned around.
"Oh! Don't do that!" yelled Dean feeling jumpy.
"Anything?"
"No, nothing'. How much time we got?"
Sam checked his watch. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."
"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane."
"You believe that?" asked Tiffany.
"Well, I will if you will," he said. Sam and Tiffany glanced at each other then gave him a knowing look. The EMF meter started to beep. They looked towards the restroom to see the co-pilot come out of it. He smiled at them and Tiffany gave a weak smile. She looked at Dean who was just staring at the co-pilot intently.
"What? What is it?" asked Tiffany.
"Cristo." The co-pilot turned towards them and his eyes were black. Tiffany grabbed Dean's arm out of shock while the boys just stared in awe. The co-pilot turned away and went into through the door. Tiffany and Dean looked at each other and glanced at Sam. The demon was possessing the co-pilot.
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Dean, Sam and Tiffany walked towards the back of the plane. "She's not gonna believe this," said Sam.
"Twelve minutes, dude," said Dean.
Tiffany started feeling a headache come on from Dean panicking. She knew pretty soon she would start to panic because of him. The three of them walked through the curtain in the back to see Amanda.
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope," said Amanda smiling. She was way too cheerful.
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about," said Dean. Sam closed the curtain and Amanda looked at them warily.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?"
"Alright, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "The truth is out there" speech right now," said Dean.
"Alright, look, we know you were on Flight 2485," said Sam.
"Who are you guys?"
"We've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane, and it wasn't mechanical failure," said Tiffany.
"And we need your help because we need to stop it from happening again, here, now," said Sam.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm very busy." She tried to leave but Dean stopped her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert he's dead."
"Wait, what? Chuck is dead?"
"He died in a plane crash," said Tiffany looking at her trying to give her, her calm down eyes you can trust us. "Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"
"Look, there was something wrong with 2485," said Sam. "Now, maybe you sensed it, and maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too."
"Amanda, you have to believe us," said Dean. They watched her waiting for her answer and she looked up at the three of them.
"On…on 2485, there was this man. He…had these eyes."
"Yes, that's exactly what we're talking about," said Sam.
"But I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?"
"Get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here," said Tiffany.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?"
"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him, okay?"
"But how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot…"
"Whatever it takes," said Sam. "Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here. Whatever will get him out of that cockpit."
"Do you know that I could lose my job if…"
"You're gonna lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out," said Dean. They waited for her to answer again. She nodded.
"Okay." She left and the three of them looked through the curtain to see her knock on the cockpit door. The co-pilot came and after a few seconds of talking the two of them headed towards the back. Sam took out the holy water and John's journal. When the co-pilot came in Dean punched him and threw him on the floor. Tiffany covered the co-pilots mouth with a piece of duck tape. "What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him!"
"We are gonna talk to him," said Dean. The co-pilot thrashed around and Sam covered him with holy water. They watched as holes started to burn through the clothing.
"Oh, my God, what's wrong with him?" asked Amanda covering her face with her hands.
Tiffany got up and walked up to her. "We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain. Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that?" She said nothing and just stared at the sight in front of her. Tiffany shook her. "Amanda?"
Amanda shook out of it and looked at her. "Okay. Okay."She left and kept the curtains closed.
Tiffany helped Dean hold the guy down but he was strong, very strong. "Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Sam began speaking in Latin. The co-pilot thrashed even more and suddenly becomes stronger. He knocks the water bottle out of Sam's hand and throws Tiffany off him. "Tiffany!" yelled Dean but the co-pilot used this as a distraction to throw Dean off of him and against the wall. Sam looked back down at the journal and continued with the reading. The co-pilot ripped the duck tape off his mouth and grabbed Sam's shirt
"I know what happened to your girlfriend!" yelled the co-pilot in a deep voice. Sam looked at him shocked. "She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!" Dean and Tiffany held the co-pilot down but noticed Sam not moving
"Sam!" yelled Dean looking at him. Sam picked up the journal and continued to speak Latin. The co-pilot started to scream. He kicked the journal into the aisle of the plane. He opened his mouth and the demon left his body and a black mist seeped into the air vent. The co-pilot blacked out and stayed still.
"Where'd it go?" asked Sam.
"It's in the plane. Hurry up, we've got to finish it," said Dean panicked. Tiffany watched as Sam got up to get the journal. The plane started to fall out of the sky and Dean and Tiffany get slammed into the wall screaming. They could hear the passengers start to panic. Tiffany looked at Dean seeing his panicked face and she started to feel it. She went to reach for his hand but they both get thrown against the wall again. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her close. She hid her head in the crook of his neck. Their hands were tight around each others. Tiffany looked up from his neck and into his eyes, was this it? She seemed to be thinking that a lot lately. She leaned up and kissed his lips. He kissed her back and they felt the plane start to shake and the plane suddenly stopped from crashing.
Tiffany and Dean let go and looked at each other. The plane ride was smooth once again. "You ok?" she asked.
He nodded, still holding her hand and walked towards the curtain. They looked out the curtain to see Sam standing up. He turned towards them to see tears stained on Tiffany's face. She cried and she didn't even know.
SUPERNATURAL
"Let's get out of here," said Dean. Dean and Tiffany haven't let go of each other's hand since the plane started crashing.
Tiffany looked at Sam, he was silent. "You ok?"
"You guys, it knew about Jessica."
"Sam, these things, they read minds," said Dean. "They lie, all right? That's all it was."
Tiffany felt that Sam was feeling unconvinced. Jeez, when is this power of hers going to go away? She hated these feelings. "Yeah."
"Come on." Dean shook her hand and nodded for Sam to follow. Walking out of the airport they find Jerry pulling up.
"Nobody knows what you guys did," said Jerry walking them towards the Impala. "But I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He shook all their hands. "Your dad's gonna be real proud."
"We'll see you around, Jerry," said Sam. Jerry nodded and headed back to the building when Dean turned around. "You know, Jerry?"
"Yeah?" he asked turning around.
"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had if for, like, six months."
"Your dad gave it to me."
"What?" asked Sam. Dean and Tiffany glanced towards each other and back at Jerry.
"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number, and his voice message said to give you a call." Dean and Sam nodded. "Thanks again, guys." The three of them exchanged a look and got into the Impala. It was silent in the car. All three of them were thinking the same thing; John's phone has been out of service…now it's just randomly back on? Dean pulled over and stopped the car.
Dean got out leaving Sam and Tiffany in silence. Tiffany turned her head to see Dean leaning against the trunk. She got out and walked over to him. She rubbed his back softly. He tried to smile at her but could only force one of his lips go up.
Sam got out and said, "This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number, like, fifty times. It's been out of service." He held out his cell phone and stood in front those two.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235. He can help." Sam hung up and he was close to tears. Tiffany felt his pain and bit her bottom lip feeling sorry for the brothers. Sam walked to the front of the car and got in. Tiffany and Dean glanced at each other. He kissed her forehead.
"Oh yeah, that's what I wanted to ask you, why did you kiss me in the plane?" he asked. He looked like he was serious, like he needed hear her say something, anything instead of this silence that was torturing them.
She smiled glancing at the ground then back at him. "If I was going to die, I was going to die happy." That made a little smile appear on his face and he pushed her lightly.
"You're a pistol." The two of them got back in the Impala and drove off to their next destination.