The Adventures of Dean and… Samantha?

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Phantom Traveler

Dean was sleeping comfortably in the motel room bed. He was in the state of half awake, half asleep. Five more minutes and he'd probably wake up for the day.

As he pondered some different thoughts, the motel room door opened and shut.

Dean tensed. Who the hell was here now? Careful not to show he was awake, he gripped the knife under his pillow.

Flipping his head around, he watched his sister enter the room.

"Morning," Sam said, sitting on the bed opposite Dean.

"Hmmm…"

"As in time to wake up. 5:45 – half the day is gone already," she said, answering Dean's unasked question.

Dean sat up in bed. "Get some sleep?"

"Some."

"I was up at three and you were watching TV, Sam. Common'. I need you to cover my ass, not fall asleep." He paused. "You still having nightmares?"

Sam shrugged. "A few."

"About Mike," Dean asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Him and the job. It just gets to you."

"Don't let it, Sammy," Dean said, standing up and walking toward his duffle.

"You're never scared or worried… or anything?"

Dean shook his head. "No."

Samantha rolled her eyes before reaching over and pulling a knife from under his pillow. She looked at him for an answer.

Dean smirked. "Precaution."

Dean's cell rang from the nightstand. Samantha picked it up and tossed it to her brother.

"Hello," Dean asked, holding the phone to his ear. "Jerry? From Kittanning, PA, right? The poltergeist? … What's up? … Yeah, we'll be there."


"Thanks for being so quick," Jerry said as Dean and Sammy followed him to his office. "I should be helping you, huh?"

Sam shrugged. "You had a poltergeist, right?"

"Yeah. Nasty one too. So your dad said you were at college?"

"I'm taking a little time off," Samantha answered glancing at Dean.

"John sure was proud of you; talked about you all the time."

"Really," Sam asked, surprised.

He nodded and closed the door to his office. "Sure did. Anyway, I have something I want you to hear."


Sam and Dean walked from the Impala to the Psychiatric Hospital.

"So the EVP said 'no survivors'," Sam asked.

Dean nodded as they flashed their new Homeland Security badges and asked to see one of the patients.

"But there were seven," Samantha whispered.

"I know."

Seconds later they were sitting at a small table across from Max, a survivor from the plane crash.

"I already talked to your colleagues. Do I really need to go over it again?"

Dean nodded. "It'd help clarify the investigation."

Max sighed. "Alright."

"Was there anything unusual that you noticed on the flight," Sam asked.

"No."

"Sir," Sam said, "with all due respect, you checked yourself into a psych hospital."

"I just survived a plane crash."

"I think you saw something," Dean interjected. "We just need to know what." Max tried to deny it, but Dean cut him off, "You're in a psych ward already. There's no where else that you can go for being 'crazy'."

Max sighed, defeated. "I saw a man; he had black eyes."

Sam nodded. "Was he like a mirage?"

"No, no. He was sitting right in front of me; he was passenger. But… he… he opened the emergency door."


"What do you think he is? Creature," Dean asked in front of George Phelps', the man in front of Max's seat's, house.

"He could be anything."

A few minutes later, the Winchesters were seated, talking to George's wife. Half an hour later, they had gotten all the information they could get.

"Nothing," Sam sighed.

"Yeah, a dentist with an ulcer is nothing, huh?"

Sam rolled her eyes and got in the car. "Now what?"

"We need to look at the plane wreckage." Dean took off.


"I look like one of the Blues Brothers," Dean complained, coming out of Mort's Dress Attire, dressed in a suit.

Sam chuckled from her place against the Impala. "It was your idea." Dean grumbled. "And you look more like a seventh grader at his first dance."

"And you look like… like…" Dean took in her dress suit. "like… a lawyer! Jesus!" Sam got quiet as Dean realized what he did. "Sorry, Sammy."

"No big deal," Samantha shrugged. "Let's go; we've got work to do."


The Winchesters walked into the wreckage area with a simple flash of their badges.

Dean had taken out his homemade EMF reader and was walking around as Samantha leaned down to inspect some damage.

"What the heck is that," Sam asked, standing up from one of the recovered chairs, referring to Dean's contraption.

"EMF."

"Looks like a walkman," she said, turning toward another piece of wreckage.

"That's what it was," Dean said, looking a little hurt as Sam rolled her eyes. He turned back to his job, discouraged. Finding an odd substance on the emergency handle, Dean swapped a bit on his fingers. "What's this?" Dean sniffed it.

"One way to find out," Samantha said, pulling out a knife and scrapping a little a baggie before pocketing both of them.

"Hm," Dean said as Sam walked away. Dean made sure his sister wasn't looking before letting his tongue dart out and taste the matter. Upon finding a foul taste, he made a face. Samantha ran by her brother, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with her. "What?"

"Someone's coming."

Both Winchesters ran toward the back exit. Once outside, they strolled to avoid anyone getting suspicious. However, an alarm rang out causing the siblings to sprint.

Dean took his sweet time to throw his jacket over the fence before he hopped it, while Samantha just hopped it – not caring.


"This is sulfur," Jerry told the boys as he sat in his office chair, looking into a microscope.

"You sure," Sam asked.

Jerry nodded as a loud sound came from outside his office. "I have an idiot to fire; so if you'll excuse me…" He got up and made his way to the door. "Take a look for yourself," he said with a smile before he headed out.

"Demonic possession," Samantha asked as Dean looked at the microscope.

Dean shrugged, sitting back. "Not much else leaves sulfur. And it explains your average Joe opening the hatch."

"But why take down an entire plane?"

Dean shrugged. "I dunno, but I know that this is more than barfing pea soup. I mean, an entire plane? That's a lot of crap were stepping in."

"Yeah, I guess. What do you know about demonic possession," she asked.

"Not much. Just that all religions have demonic possession – Christian, Native American, you name it. But none have anything on this level."

"Eh," Sam said, "that's true but…" Sam got a far away look in her eyes, as if she was thinking. "Wait a minute."

"What?"

"Don't Japanese traditions have supernatural beings that are responsible for everything – human made to natural disasters?"

"And this one just happens to crash planes? Common' Sam. Give me something better than that." Dean looked away from Samantha.

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's just," Dean started, "… this is big. I wish Dad were here."

Samantha nodded. "Yeah; me too."

Jerry came back into the office, looking upset. "The pilot from the flight," he started after closing the door, "that crashed just died. I just got word. The plane he was flying went down near Nazareth."


After Sam and Dean checked out the second crash site, they headed back toward Jerry's office.

Once inside, they gave him some type of substance to examine.

"What is it," Dean asked as Jerry looked in a microscope. "Sulfur?"

Jerry nodded. "How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess," Samantha answered.

"That's it," Dean replied, matter of factly. "The case is over. The demon was after Chuck."

Sam intervened, "With all due respect, Jerry, that'd be good news. Get this: Chuck's plane went down forty minutes into flight. So did the first crash."

"Forty? As in biblical numerology?"

Sam nodded. "Forty days on the arc. It means death. And, there have been several other crashes in the past decade going down forty minutes into flight exactly. There were no survivors until now."

"And the EVP – it said 'no survivors'." Dean paused for a second. "It's going after the survivors."


Sam had just finished giving a fake survey to one of the survivors. She shut the phone. "They're not flying any time soon."

Dean was driving the Impala, heading toward Indianapolis Airport. "Amanda Walker leaves at 8 tonight. It's her first night back at the job."

"She's the only one we might not get to in time – even with you behind the wheel."

"Oh, we'll make it," Dean said, hitting the gas.


"Dean," Samantha yelled as her brother sprinted toward the airport entrance. She was just walking toward the trunk after getting out of the car.

"What," he asked, turning toward her, "We gotta go!"

"Security, man! We're walking… you know," she said, nodding toward the civilians two rows of cars down.

Dean sighed and ran back to the trunk to unload his weapons. Once they were clear, he glared at his sister. "Better?" She nodded. "I feel naked," he complained, shutting the trunk.

As they ran inside, Samantha commented, "We're going to have to get tickets and get on board."

"What? Why," Dean asked, stopping in his tracks.

"Because the plane's going to crash," Samantha said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know," Dean said, quietly.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I have this problem… with…"

"Flying?" Dean nodded. "You're joking, right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"

Sam nodded, thinking quickly. "Alright… I'll go by myself."

"No! The plane's going to crash!"

"We have no other option, Dean," Samantha stressed.

"Come on! Really?" Dean sighed. "Man."

He started to walk toward the airport entrance, defeated, as Sam quickly followed.


"Relax, Dean," Sam said as she squeezed his hand.

"Just shut up," he replied as he ripped his hand from hers.

Sam shook her head as Dean started to hum. "Metallica?"

Dean nodded. "Calming."

Sam rolled her eyes. "We have thirty-two minutes to get rid of this thing. Granted, it's on a crowded plane, but…"

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem," Sam said with a slight problem. "So who could it be?"

"Someone in distress."

"Like you?" Dean shot a glare at his sister and started to breathe deep and exhale in attempt to calm himself down. "Look, I'll talk to Amanda. See if it's her. I mean, I'd be shaken if it was her first flight after the accident."

Dean nodded. Samantha got up and Dean let her out of the row before sitting back down.

"Can I get you a drink," a stewardess asked Dean once Sam was down the row talking to Amanda.

Dean nodded. "Beer. Please."

The stewardess handed Dean a Budweiser before flirting, "So you fly often?"

"Nope." Dean took a long drag.

"What's the occasion," she asked, 'accidentally' hitting his upper arm.

"Honeymoon," Samantha answered for Dean. She had come back just in time to hear the woman start flirting. "If you'll excuse me…"

The stewardess left and Samantha sat in her seat. "No demon in her; no demon getting in her any time soon either. Which means, it can be anywhere." The plane hit a little turbulence, causing Dean to cringe in his seat. "It's just turbulence, Dean."

"We're going to crash! Don't treat me like I'm four!"

"If you're panicked, you can be possessed. So relax." Dean started to hum to calm himself down again. "I found an exorcism in Dad's journal – the Romano ritual. It should work."

"How," Dean asked through hums.

"We expel it which makes it more powerful because it can wreak its own havoc with possessing. Then we send it to hell, permanently."

Dean gave her a forced laugh. "Cause Cristo sure isn't working."

Sam watched as the co-pilot, whom was walking by, flinched.


After convincing Amanda the plane would crash, they got her to bring the co-pilot to the back of the plane.

Dean jumped the co-pilot as Samantha ushered Amanda outside to keep people from coming in. Sam started to chant in Latin and throw holy water on the man, causing him to sizzle.

She finished the chant and helped Dean hold the co-pilot down. He managed to get away and ripped the duck tape from his mouth. "I know what happened to your boyfriend; he burns even now."

Samantha looked shocked as the co-pilot passed out and a black cloud emerged from the body.

"Get the book," Sam shouted to her brother. "Now!"

Dean scrambled to grab the book. Suddenly, the plane started to plummet toward the ground. Dean managed to grab the book before it slid away. He threw it to his sister who quickly flipped through it. Finding the exorcism, she began to chant.

Finally, the demon was sent to hell and the plane evened out.

"Good job, Sammy," Dean told his baby sister.


After getting a 'thank you' from Amanda, Dean and Sam caught up with Jerry.

He thanked them. "See you around, kids."

Dean nodded as Jerry headed back toward his office. "Hey, Jerry?"

Jerry turned around. "Yeah?"

"How'd you get my number?"

"I called your dad's phone and his message said to contact you."

Dean nodded. "Alright. Thanks."

Once out of Jerry's earshot, Samantha complained, "I called dad's phone. It's disconnected."

Dean dialed John's number anyway. Both siblings leaned in to hear the voicemail message, "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 closed her eyes and sighed as Dean flipped his phone shut.

"We'll find 'em, baby," Dean said, putting a comforting hand on his sister's back.

"Yeah," Sam replied, ignoring the nickname for once.