It was a beutaiful day in an airport. Planes could be heard taking off. But for some reason the attention is focused on a very nervous man in a suit he sits up. He checks his ticket and enters the bathroom. While in the bathroom he hears:
"Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines."
While in the bathroom he leansover the sink, splashing water on his face. A second man comes out of the stall area and dries his hands.
"Nervous flyer?"The second man asked
"It's that obvious, huh?"The first man asked
"You know, what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? I mean, what? Twenty thousand to one?"The second man replied
The first man watches him go.
"Wow. That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you."The first man replied
Above his head, a cloud of black particles exits a vent, swirls around his head, and enters his eyes. With that the man walks into the plane.
Inside the plane the piolt was walking onto the plane.
"Thanks."The pilot said
The pilot turned to adress the flight attendant and said:
"Amanda, how are you today?"
"I'm doing just fine, Chuck."
The flight attendent addresses a passengers.
"Welcome aboard. 15C towards the back of the plane, on the right."The flight attendant said
"Thank you."The passenger said
The fight attendant addresses the first man from the bathroom.
"Have a nice flight, sir."The flight attendant said
The man turns, and the flight attendant see that his eyes are completely black, even the whites.
"Oh, I'm counting on it."The man said
The flight attendant blinks several times, watching the man, and shakes her head.
"Um...uh, 11F, that's the middle of the plane, on..."The flight attendant said
"Thank you."The second passenger said
"...the left."The flight attendant said
The plan had already taken off and was just at the right altitue where they could get up.
"In just a few minutes our flight crew will begin room service in the cabin..." The copilot said
the man turns to his seatmate.
"Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?"the man said
"oh, uh..."the woman started and she checked her watch "About forty minutes."
The man then says:
"Wow. Time really does fly, huh? Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs."
The man gets up, squeezes past the woman, and heads to the back of the plane. When he reaches the rear exit, he grasps the release handle. A young man in an aisle seat, another man, notices him.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"the man who noticed him shouts
The first man turns to look at boy, eyes black again, then rips the door open. He goes flying out the window, the door flies off tearing half a wing off the plane, and the plane goes down. The flight attendant struggles to get to a seat and, after the oxygen masks deploy, to get one over her face. the boy, the pilot, and the copilot already have them on.
Dean is asleep on his stomach. As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon. As he turns to look, he sees Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.
"Morning, sunshine."Sam said
"What time is it?"Dean asked
"Uh, it's about five forty-five."Sam replied
"In the morning?"Dean replied
"Yep."Sam said with a smile
"Where does the day go?"
Dean sits up.
"Did you get any sleep last night?"Dean asked
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."Sam replied
"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."Dean replied
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."Sam replied
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"Dean asked
"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."Sam said
"Yeah, it is."
"Look, I appreciate your concern—"
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp."
Sam shrugs and looks at Sydney who is still asleep; however, her face is scrunched up and she is flopping back and forth.
"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?"Dean asked
Sam crosses the room, sits on the other bed(the one Sydney is on), and hands a coffee to Dean.
"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."Sam replied
"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that."Dean replied
"So, what? All this it...never keeps you up at night?"
Dean shakes his head.
"Never? You're never afraid?"Sam replied
"No, not really."Dean replied
Sam reaches under Dean pillow to pull out a large hunting knife and holds it up as takes the knife back.
"That's not fear. That is precaution."Dean replied
"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue."Sam replied
About that time Sydney woke up screaming. Sam sat his coffee down and grabbed Sydney into his arms. She grabbed onto him tightly. Dean was about to say something when his phone answers it, while watching his brother comfort Sydney.
"Hello?"
"Dean, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."Jerry replied
"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"Dean replied
"No. No. Thank god, no. But it's something else, and...uh, I think it could be a lot worse."Jerry replied
"What is it?"Dean asked
"Can we talk in person?"
Dean eyes Sam and Sydney. Sam eyes back.
After the group packed up all their stuff they got into the Impala and drove down the road. No one had talked since Sydney's freak out moment. Dean and Sam shared a look then Sam started:
"Sydney-"
"I saw it..."Sydney whispered
"What? You saw what?"Dean asked
"A massacure..."Sydney whispered
Dean slammed on the break and Sam turned in his seat.
"You saw a what?"Both boys said together
"I saw a massacre, "Sydney replied "It was horrible, so many people screaming...so many people so many emotions...there were little kids to! So many people dead."
Sam and Dean shared a look. They had only seen Sydney this shook up one other time; however, she didn't talk last time.
"I think we need to go meet this guy."Dean said
The next Day
The boy's along with Sydney were walking with Dean's friend Jerry in an air plane hanger.
"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."Jerry said
"Yeah, he told us. It was a poltergeist?"Sam replied
"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie."A man said who was working.
"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"Jerry said
Before Sam could even reply he felt Sydney's eyes on him. Sam complied himself to reply.
"Yeah, I was. I'm—taking some time off."Sam replied
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time."Jerry replied
"He did?"Sam asked shocked
"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?"Jerry asked
Sydney wondered that herself when she noticed that neither of the boys were going to reply she decided to take matters into her own hands.
"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now."Sydney replied
"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and Sydney. Even trade, huh?"Jerry replied
Dean laughs.
"No, not by a long shot."Sam replied
"Yeah, these guys are the best of the best."Sydney replied
"I got something I want you guys to hear."Jerry replied
The group walks into Jerry's office. He sits at his desk. Dean and Sam take the chairs leaving Sydney to sit in Sam's lap.
"I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley."Jerry said
Jerry puts a CD in a drive.
"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 said
At the mention on United Britannia, Sydney felt herself become sick. Sam and Dean shared a look.
"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! 2485—immediate instruction...may be experiencing some mechanical failure..."
There is a loud whooshing sound.
"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is-"Jerry Started
"Chuck Lambert."Sydney replied not even looking at Jerry.
"Yeah, He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."Jerry replied
"You don't think it was?"Sam asked looking in between Jerry and Sydney
"No, I don't."Jerry replied quickly
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors."Sam said
"All right."Jerry replied
"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?"Dean asked
"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage...fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."Jerry replied
Dean frowns. Sydney snapps out of her mindset, smirks and said:
"No problem."
The three leave with the list of Survivors and walk back to the Impala.
*Later*
Sam is waiting by the car outside with a Copy Jack, Sydney is sitting in the open window of the car. As Dean exits, an attractive woman enters.
"Hey"The woman said to Dean
"Hi."Dean replied back
"You've been in there forever."Sam whined
Dean holds up three IDs.
"You can't rush perfection."Dean replied
"Homeland Security?"Sam and Sydney asked at the same time
Sam takes one of the IDs. Sydney takes another.
"That's pretty illegal, even for us."Sam said
"Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times."Dean replied
They get in the car.
"All right, so, what do you got?"Dean asked
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder."Sam replied
"Yeah?"Dean asked
"Listen."Sam replied
He plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.
"No survivors!"
" 'No survivors?' What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."Dean replied
"Got me."Sam replied
"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?"Dean asked
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers."Sam finished
"Mm-hmm."Dean finished
"Or remember flight 401?"Sam asked
"The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights."Sydney said
"Right."Sam replied
"Yep."Dean agreed
"Maybe we got a similar deal."Sam finished
"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?"Dean asked
"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."Sam said
Sydney heard the name and something triggered in her mind. She couldn't think of what is was, but she knew it was something.
"Why him?"Dean asked
"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did."Sam replied
"What makes you say that?"Dean asked
"Well, I spoke to his mother."Sam replied
HOSPITAL
The Impala is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL.
Max is walking with a cane between Sam and is standing behind Sam.
"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security."Max replied
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..."Dean replied
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?"Sam asked
Sydney couldn't believe her eyes, this was one of the people from her vision. Could her vision have been the plane going down? She wounderd if Amanda and Chuck were the ones from her vision also.
"Like what?"Max asked
"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices."Dean asked
"No, nothing."Max replied
"Mr. Joffey—"Dean started
"Jaffey."Max quickly added
"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?"Dean asked
Max nods.
"Can I ask why?"Dean asked
"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash."Max replied
"Uh huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"Sydney asked breaking into Dean's questioning
"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore."Max replied quickly
"Max, I know it was scary. I don't know what it is like to survive a plane crash, but I can tell you I know how scared you feel. My best friend and I were in a car and it fell off a bridge 50ft into a icey river. Ever since then I have hated bridges and water; however, I realized that I had to face my fears and let people help me, and let me help others."Sydney said
The brothers looked at each other, before they felt a calming feeling come into them.
'Sydney, why are you using your powers?'Sam asked himself.
'Syd? What are you doing?'Dean asked himself
"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things."Max said only looking at Sydney
"He was seeing things."Dean said angrily
"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please."Sydney said
The boys felt relaxed, Sydney was using to much power. The boys knew that. In the short time they had become knowledgeable with how much it drained Sydney to use her powers.
"There was...this—man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh...black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him..."Max said
"What?"Dean asked quickly
"He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door."Max said
"Yeah."Dean said slowly
"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?"Sam asked
"What are you, nuts?"Max asked
Sam tilts his head.
"He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."Max said
About that time Sydney had flashes of memories going through her head. She gripped her head and fell to the quickly picked her up and they walked out. They got back to the Impala Sam and Dean started trying to figure out ways to wake Sydney up. Sam finally deiced to gently poor water on her face. Once their third member is awake she snatched Sam's computer, which earned a yell from Sam. She quickly then takes the record of people on the plane. She gives Dean an address and tells at him to drive, all their questions would start to be answered there.
*Later*
The Impala pulls up in front of a house.
"So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C."Sydney said
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are."Dean replied
Dean, Sydney, and Sam get out of the car.
"Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."Dean finished
"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe, in human form."Sam said
Sydney staid quite, she knew what had happened...She just had to get enough evidence for herself.
"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?"Dean asked
Sam turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover, do we look like lethal hunters who kill things before they kill innocent people. No, we look like a guy who bangs thousands of woman and two college drop outs, doing nothing with their lives."Sydney said walking up to the door.
Sam and Dean share a look then follow her. They knock on the door and an old woman answered. She let the three in and they walked into the living and Sam sit across from Mrs. Phelps. While Sydney sits beside is looking at a framed photograph.
"This is your late husband?"Sam asked
"Yes, that was my George." George's wife replied
"And you said he was a...dentist?"Dean asked
"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..."George's wife replied
"How long were you married?"Sam asked
"Thirteen years." replied
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything...strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?"Sam asked
"Well...uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."George's wife replied
Dean and Sam looks at each other.
They walk out of the Phelps and Dean come down the stairs out front. Sydney was already at the bottom of the steps.
"I mean it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense."Sam replied
"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."Dean replied
"Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we'd better look the part."Sam replied
The group left house then headed to the one place that could help them look the part. The three split up and head into different stores. Dean and Sam exit a store, "MORT'S for style", wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. Sam adjusts his collar.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers."Dean said
"No, you don't. You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance."Sam replied
Dean looks down at himself.
"I hate this thing."Dean said
"Hey. You want into that warehouse or not?"Sam asked
"Yeah, but I still hate this crap!"Dean replied
Sam smiled then looked around.
"Where's Sydney?"Sam asked
"Oh, I thought she was already out here."dean replied
"Oh come on you guys expect me to throw on the first thing I see."A voice said
The boys look behind them to see a girl walking towards them.
"Do we know you?"Sam asked
"Guys, it's me Sydney. Wow, I would never think you seen a girl in a skirt before."Sydney replied
Sydney walked to the Impala leaving Dean and Sam standing where they were.
"Damn."Dean said
Sam just shook his head and walked after Sydney.
Dean starts the Impala, Sam already sitting shotgun.
*Later*
They drive for a while before they make it to the storage warehouse. They enter the warehouse and show their badges to the Security Guard, who nods and lets them in. They walk among plane wreckage; Dean pulls out a device and puts ear buds in his ears.
"What is that? "Sam asked
"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies."Dean said
"Yeah, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?"Sam asked
Sydney was already ahead of the boys. She looked at the wreck closely. Yes, this was the airplane from her vision...Is this a new power of hers? Is her powers still growing?
"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade."Dean replied with a grin
"Yeah, I can see that."Sam replied
Dean's grin disappears. Sydney giggles.
Dean runs the EMF meter over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike.
"Check out the emergency door handle."Dean said
Dean scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand.
"What is this stuff?"Dean asked
"One way to find out."Sam replied
Sam scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag. Sydney was standing beside Sam when she felt herself seeing the guard stand they just passed:
Two Agents in black suits approach the security desk and show their badges.
"Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?"The Security guard said
"What are you talking about?"The agent asked
"Three of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago."The security guard said
The second Agent looks at the first.
Sydney turns to the brothers and said:
"We need to get out of here! The real Home Land Security is here!"Sydney cried
The Agents and several Security Guards bust in, guns drawn, and search. The Agents and guards see nothing.
Sam, Sydney, and Dean peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, Dean throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, and they climb over. He grabs the jacket.
"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy."Dean said
Dean runs off. Sam and Sydney follows. The group went to a small dinner. Dean got what they wanted and went in to order it. Sydney moved up to the front seat in between Sam and Dean.
"You know you should've ordered something."Sam said to Sydney
Sydney just sighed and shook her head no. She then turned to Sam and said:
"Can I borrow your shoulder?"
Sam looked at Sydney and nodded. She smiled then wrapped her arm around his arms, and then rested her head on his shoulder. She was out as soon as she closed her eyes. However Sydney found herself in a new dream:
'Chuck is sitting nervously in a chair. His copilot is giving him a pep talk.
"Listen, Chuck. It's like getting back on a horse. Only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse, more like a pony. I'll be right there with you too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over. Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying to rush you."The Copilot said
"No, the...the waiting is worse."Chuck said
The Copilot said glances over his shoulder.
"Okay, they're filling up the tank. Then we go."The Copilot said
The Copilot gets up and leaves. Chuck takes a drink of coffee. Behind him, a cloud of black particles exits a vent and rushes into Chuck's eyes.
Dean had came back and handed the food to Sam, as he got in the car and drove to Jerry's. Sam felt Sydney start to sweat and jerk. He quickly sat a hand on her shoulder and started to shake her. Sydney woke up with a gasp, then she noticed the two brothers staring at her.
"What happened?"Sam asked
"Noting really."Sydney replied
"Oh really?"Dean asked
JERRY'S OFFICE
Jerry looks at the yellow stuff through a microscope; what the microscope sees is replicated on a screen.
"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulfur."Jerry replied
"You're sure?"Sam asked
"Take a look for yourself."Jerry said
Banging sounds from outside the office.
"You effin' piece of crap..."The man said
"If you fellows will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire."Jerry said
As Jerry leaves, Dean goes over and looks into the microscope.
"Hey. Einstein. Yeah, you. What the heck you doing? Put the wrench down—"Jerry said
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue."Dean replied
"Demonic possession,"Sydney said
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch."Dean replied
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible."Sam said
"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?"Dean asked
"You ever heard of something like this before?"Sam asked
"Never."Dean said
Sam walked over to look at the sample, Sydney got up to join them. The three decided to head back to the motel.
*At the Motel*
As soon as they got back they changed and went to work. Sam started on his laptop and Dean in John's journal, while Sydney looked in books. As she got up to get another book she felt her world got dizzy. She knew it was another vision. She started to fall. Sam was the closest to her. He grabbed her before she hit the ground. Dean moved off the bed. Sam laid Sydney on the bed and the two hoped for the best.
'The Copilot is waiting by a small plane; Chuck, looking cheerful and relaxed, approaches.
"I'm ready. Let's do this."Chuck said
The Copilot, confused, laughs and follows Chuck to the plane.
"How you feeling?"Copilot asked
"I feel great."Chuck said
"You'll be back flying jumbos before you know it."The copilot replied
"I hope so. How long we been up?"Chuck asked
"Uh...almost forty minutes."Copilot replied
"wow. Time really does fly."
Chuck suddenly dives the plane towards the ground.
"What are you doing?"The Copilot replied
Chuck elbows the copilot in the face. Chuck's eyes are black.
A tractor is trundling by as the plane suddenly appears, crashing into a telephone pole and then the ground.
Dean and Sam are in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the walls and strewn across the beds, and Sam is looking at something on the computer. Dean is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. About that time Sydney started to come to. She didn't move. She just laid there, her head was hurting. She listened closely to what Sam and Dean were saying.
"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."Sam said
"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this."Dean replied
"Because this isn't one from this country."Sydney said sitting up
"Syd, you okay?"Sam asked
"I'm fine."Sydney replied
"Then what is it?"Dean asked Sydney
"According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease."Sydney said
"And this one causes plane crashes?"Dean asked
Dean gets up and walks over to Sydney with Sam.
"All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"Dean said
"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?"Sam asked
Dean snorts, turning away.
"What?"Sam said
"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. And I wish Dad was here."Dean said
"Yeah. Me too."Sam replied
"Guys, I know you are having a small heart to heart...but, we just lost Chuck. Jerry's gonna be crushed."Sydney said
"Syd how do you-"Sam started
Dean's phone rings and he answers it.
"Hello?"Dean asked
"Dean, it's Jerry."Jerry replied
"Oh, hey, Jerry."
'My pilot friend...Chuck Lambert is dead."
"Wha—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 hangs up. Dean quickly looks over at Sydney. Who looks away.
"Another crash? Was Sydney right?"Sam asked
"Yeah. Let's go."Dean said
"Where?"Sam asked
"Nazareth."Sydney replied
"Okay we are so talking about this on the way there."Dean said grabbing the keys to the Impala and walking out.
Sydney and Sam share a look before joining him. They get in the Impala and it seems like only a matter of minutes before the Impala drives past a road sign reading Nazerth 3miles. Black smoke is visible in the near distance.
*Later*
Jerry is again looking through a microscope.
"Sulfur?"Sam asked
Jerry nods.
"Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him."Dean replied
"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news. "Sydney replied
"What's the bad news?"Dean asked
Him, Sam, and Jerry looked at Sydney closely. Sam and Dean knew something was wrong with Sydney. Sydney was having dreams, and these dreams are having to do something with the plane crashes.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this, so did flight 2485."Sydney replied
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?"Jerry asked
"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death."Dean finished Sydney's thoughts
"Sydney asked me, so I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in."Sam replied
"Any survivors?"Dean asked
"No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason. On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP Said?"Sydney said
"No survivors."Sam replied
Dean thinks.
"It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job."Dean finished
Sydney nodded, Sam and Dean turned to each other and nodded. The three quickly ran to the impala and got in.
*A few Minutes later*
Dean is driving. Sam and Sydney are on the phone. Rush's "Working Man" plays.
"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 said
Sam hangs up.
"All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."Sam said
"So our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker."Dean said
"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job."Sydney said as she sat in between the boys
"That sounds like just our luck."Dean siad
"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel."Sam said
"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass."Dean said
"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off."Sydney said
"God, we're never gonna make it."Sam said
"We'll make it."Dean said
Dean stepped on the gas and made a quick turn right. Sydney was thrown into Sam.
*At the air port*
Dean, Sydney, and Sam rush into the airport and check the Departure board.
"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes."Sam said
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone."Dean replied
Dean picks up a courtesy phone.
"Airport Services."the voice on the other end said
"Hi. Gate thirteen."Dean said
"Who are you calling, sir?"The voice asked
"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um...flight 4-2-4."Dean finished
Sydney closed her eyes and brought her hands up to her chest. Sam and Dean looked at her weirdly. Sydney could see Amanda prefectly like she was standing beside her.
"Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, gate thirteen."the PA cried
Amanda approaches the gate, hearing the announcement. She picks up the phone.
"Come on."Dean whispered
"She's picking it up Dean get ready!"Sydeny said
"This is Amanda Walker."a voice said
Sam and Dean looked shocked, but they couldn't help but wonder what all Sydney's powers could do.
"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."Dean started
"Karen?"Amanda asked
"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—"Dean started
"No idiot, she's not believing it!"Sydeny replied
"Wa—wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her."Amanda replied
Dean pauses.
"You what?"Dean asked
"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?"Amanda asked
"Uh, well...there must be some mistake."Dean said quickly
"And how would you even know I was here?"Amanda asked
Sam goes around Dean to try to hear what's going on.
"Is this one of Vince's friends?"Amanda asked
Dean looked at Sydney for help. Her eyes were still closed and her hands were still together.
"Agree to it."Sydney said
"Guilty as charged."Dean said
"Wow. This is unbelievable."Amanda replied
"Say something along the lines of an apologe from him."Sydney replied
"He's really sorry."Dean said
"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?"Amanda replied
"Yes, but...he really needs to see you tonight, so—"Dean started
"No, I'm sorry. It's too late."Amanda cried
"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic."Dean said
"Really?"Amanda asked
"Oh, yeah."
"Look, I've got to go. Um...tell him to call me when I land."
Amanda hangs up.
"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!"Dean cried
Dean hangs up the phone. Him and Sam turn to Sydney who still has her hands together. Sydney can see Amanda still clearly.
Amanda heads for the plane, greeting coworkers.
"How are you? Hey, Bob."Amanda asked
The black cloud comes out of a vent, then goes back in.
"Damn it! So close."Dean cried
"Thank you for flying United Britannia Airlines."the intercom said
"All right, it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane."Sam cried
"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second."Dean cried
Sydney opened her eyes and let her arms hang down and she nodded at Sam. Dean is wide-eyed.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash."Sydney said
"I know."Deam replied
"Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and Sydney get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through the security. Meet me back here in five minutes."Sam said
Dean just looks at him and Sydney anxiously.
"Are you okay?"Sydney asked feeling Dean's rise of nervousness.
"No, not really."Dean replied
"What? What's wrong?"Sam asked
"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..."dean started
"Flying?"Sydney asked
"It's never really been an issue until now."Dean replied
"You're joking, right?"Sam asked
"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"Dean asked
"All right. Uh, Syd and I will go."Sam said
"What?"Dean asked
"Syd and I will do this one on our own."Sam said
"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash."Dean said
"Dean, we can do it together, or Sam and I can do this one by ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option, here."Sydney replied
"Come on! Really? Man..."Dean cried
Sam went to get the tickets. Sydeny and Dean went to get the stuff.
"I can use my powers if you want."Sydney said
"No...I gotta do this."Dean said
"You do whatcha gotta do."Sydney said
The three walked and sat on the plane. Dean on the outside, Sam in the middle, and Sydney with her eyes closed asleep on Sam's shoulder.
"Flight attendants, please cross-check [something] before departure."The intercome could barley be heard
Dean,in the aisle seat, is anxiously reading the safety card.
"Just try to relax."Sam said trying not to move much, where sydney can rest
"Just try to shut up."Dean said"How's Syd?"
"She's just resting right now. Incase she is needed."sam replied
The plane takes off, with Dean jumping at every rumble and sound. Sam smirks. Sydney woke up a little later to see Dean leaning back, humming to himself. Sam and Sydney look over.
"You're humming Metallica?"Sydney asked
"Calms me down."Dean said
"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused."Sam said
"Okay."Dean replied
"I mean, we got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism."Sam said
"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy."Dean replied
"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?"Sydeny replied
"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."Dean listed
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up."Sam said
"Mm-hm."Dean said
Dean turns to a Flight Attendant, who is not Amanda.
"Excuse me. Are you Amanda?"Dean asked
"No. I'm not."The Flight Attendant replied
"Oh, my mistake."Dean replied
Sydney and Sam sighed,
"Mm-hm."The Flight Attendant said
The Flight Attendant left, and the brothers turned to Sydney.
"Which one is Amanda?"Sam asked
Sydney looked then pointed to the back. Dean looks to the back of the plane to Amanda.
"All right, well, that is Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state."Dean replied
"What if she's already possessed?"Sam asked
"There's ways to test that."Dean replied
Dean goes into his bag and comes out with a Virgin Mary–shaped bottle of water.
"I brought holy water."Dean said
"No."Sam whispered
Sam snatches the bottle and tucks it inside his hoodie.
"I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God."Sydney replied
"Oh. Nice."Dean replied
Dean turns to go.
"Hey."Sam said
"What?"Dean asked
"Say it in Latin."Sam finished
"I know."Dean replied
Dean leaves again.
"Okay. Hey!"Sydney yelled
"What?!"Dean asked getting annoyed
"Uh, in Latin, it's "Christo"."Sydney said
"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!"Dean said
Dean makes his way to the back of the plane, thumping a seat once after the plane shakes. Sydney and Sam watch him, they slowly sink back into their seats.
"Sometimes I wonder about the idiot part."Sydney whispered to Sam who laughed.
The plane shakes again, Sydney grabs ahold of Sam's hand. Sam shoots a look at Sydney.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking..."The copilot started
Amanda is fussing with the drink cart and napkins.
"Hi."Dean said
"Hi. Can I help you with something?"Amanda asked
"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit."Dean said
"Oh, it happens to the best of us."
"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you."
Amanda laughs.
"You'd be surprised."Amanda said
"Really? You're a nervous flier?"Dean asked
"Yeah, maybe, little bit."
"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?"
"Kind of a long story."
"Right. I'm sorry for asking."
"It's okay."
"You ever consider other employment?"
"No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh...I'm not gonna let it hold me back."
"Huh."
"So..."
Dean whispers quietly
"Christo."
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"Amanda asked
Dean hesitates.
"Christo?"Dean asked
"I—I didn't, I didn't..."Amanda started
"Yeah, nothing. Never mind."Dean started
Dean returns to his seat. Notcing his brother and Sydney's hands togehter.
"Okay."Amanda whispered
Dean sits down.
"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet."Dean said
"You said "Christo"?"Sam asked
"Yeah."Dean said
"And?"
"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."Dean replied
"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere."Sydney said
The plane shakes.
"Come on! That can't be normal!"Dean cried
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence."Sam said camly, even though he had squeezed Syndey's hand
"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' four."Dean said
Sydney leand forward and grabbed Dean's shirt and pulled him to where they were eye to eye.
"You need to calm down."Sydney said staring Dean down
"Well, I'm sorry I can't."Dean said also staring her down
"Yes, you can."Sydney said slowly
"Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping."Dean said trying to break her grip.
Sydeny's grip automatically tightened and she said:
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down. Right now."
Dean takes a long, slow breath.
"Good. Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work. The Rituale Romanum."Sam said
"What do we have to do?"Dean asked as Sydney let him go and he sat back in his seat
"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."Sam replied
"More powerful?"Sydney asked
"Yeah."Sam replied
"How?"Dean asked
"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own."Sam replied
"Oh. And why is that a good thing?"Dean asked
"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all."Sam said
"First things first, we got to find it."Sydeny replied
Dean walks slowly up the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks but no readings. Sam suddenly claps him on the shoulder, and he jumps.
"Ah! Don't do that."Dean cried
"Anything?"Sam asked
"No, nothing. How much time we got?"Dean asked
"Fifteen minutes."Sydney said walking up
"Maybe we missed somebody."Sam said
"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane."Dean said
"You believe that?"Sam asked
"Well, I will if you will."Dean said
Sydney looks down as the EMF meter spikes. The Copilot exits the bathroom and heads towards the cockpit.
"What? What is it?"Sam asked
"Christo."Sydney said
The Copilot turns slowly to face them. His eyes are black. The Copilot goes into the cockpit. Dean looks at Sam and Sydney. The three quickly head to the back of the plane towards Amanda.
"She's not gonna believe this."Sam said
"Twelve minutes, dude."Dean said
"If things go south I can handle her emotionally."Sydney said
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope."Amanda said
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about."Dean said
Sam closes the curtain.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?"Amanda asked
"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "the truth is out there" speech right now."Dean replied
"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485."Sam started
Amanda's smile disappeared.
"Who are you guys?"amanda asked she felt worry and scared
"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure."Sam replied
"We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now."Dean said
"I'm sorry, I—I'm very busy. I have to go back—"Amanda said
She tries to brush past Dean, who stops her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? But listen to me, uh...The pilot in 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead."Dean said
"Wait. What? What, Chuck is dead?"Amanda asked feeling sadder then anything
"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?"Dean asked
"I—"Amanda started
"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too."Sam said
"Amanda, you have to believe us."Dean said
"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes."Amanda said trying getting more worked up
"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about."Sam said not noticing how freaked out Amanda was getting
"I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?"amanda asked
"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here."Dean said
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?"Amanda said getting more and more upset
"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?"Dean replied
Amanda felt her heart pounding in her chest. She just wanted to roll up into a ball and cry. Tell these people to handle their own problem. Her legs were starting to feel like jello. She was worried, tired, and wanting to give up. About that time she felt like a weight was being lifted off her shoulders. She felt calm and collected. She felt like she could really do what ever these guys were asking her.
"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot—"Amanda asked with new resovled that seemd to come out of no where
"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit."Sam said
"Do you know that I could lose my job if you—"Amanda said
"Okay, well you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out."Sydney said barley
Amanda hesitates. However, she feels like she can trust them.
"Okay."Amanda said
Amanda leaves and goes to the cockpit. Sam and Dean turn to Sydney who looks weak and tired.
"Look take a break. Go sit down."Dean said
"No way in the world am I going to do that. I started this with you guys and i'm going to finish it with you guys."Sydney said
"Alright, but be careful."Sam said
Sydney nodded, and the three of them got into place. Amanda made it to the cockpit and she knocks on the door and says something inaudible to the copilot, who follows her back. Sam pulls out the holy water. Sydney pulls out John's journal and hands it to Sam, who opens it.
"Yeah, what's the problem?"Cocpit
Dean punches him in the face, knocking him down. He pins him down and puts duct tape over his mouth.
"Wait. What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him."Amanda siad
"We are gonna talk to him."Dean said
Sydney rolled her eyes. Dean splashes holy water on his skin, which sizzles.
"Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?"Amanda asked
Sydney quickly feeling Amanda worried, moved over to her and calmed her emotions.
"Look. We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain."Sydney said
"Well, I don't underst—I don't know—"Amanda started
"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?"Sydney asked
"Okay. Okay."Amanda replied
Amanda leaves.
"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him."Dean said
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—"Sam started
The Demon breaks free briefly and hits them both until Dean manages to subdue him again. Sam picks up where he left off. The Demon knocks Dean off again and pulls the tape off his mouth. He grabs Sam by the collar.
"I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!"The demon said
Sydney moved quickly and takcled the demon lets go of Sam and he falls to the floor. Her and the Demon hit the group hard. The two struggle for a moment before Sydeny is threw into the wall beside Sam. Dean recovers and hits the demon as Sam sits there, stunned.
"Sam!"Dean shouted
Sam recovers and begins reading again. He puts the book down and helps dean pin down the demon, who kicks the book up the aisle.
"I got him."Sam said
The demon exits the copilot's body and disappears into a vent.
"Where'd it go?"Sam asked
"It's in the plane. Hurry up. We got to finish it."Dean said
The plane suddenly dips and heaves violently. Sam struggles to retrieve the book as Dean splays himself against the exit door, screaming. Sydney pushes herself near Dean and she sees the book. She scoots twords the door. Sam and Dean were sitting there. she let go of the door and slid to the book. She then passed it to Sam was still in the back room. She keeps sliding tills she grabs ahold of the door of another stweadress room. Sam manages to grab the book and reads the rest of the exorcism. A bright electrical charge runs through the entire plane, which then levels out. Various people ask if everyone's okay. Amanda sighs in relief. Dean comes out from behind the curtain. Sam stands up. Sydney gets up slowly and walks back to her seat, where Sam and Dean quickly joins her.
AIRPORT - NIGHT
The passengers from the flight are disembarking to an area milling with uniformed agents (PARAMEDIC, FBI, FAA, etc). The Copilot is seated in a wheelchair with a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA Agent.
"Sir, can you tell me what happened?"The FAA agnet asked
"I don't know. I was walking through the airport, then it all goes blank. I don't even remember getting on the plane."The Copilot replied
Amanda is being questioned by another agent.
"Anything else?"FBI Agent
"No, that's all."amanda replied
She sees Sam and Dean standing across the way, with Sydney on Sam's back asleep, and mouths "Thank you". They nod.
"Let's get out of here."Dean said
Sam adjusts Sydney on his back and
Dean and Sam head for the exit.
"You okay?"Dean asked
Sam stops and turns.
"Dean, it knew about Jessica."Sam said adjusting Sydney again
"Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was."Dean siad
"Yeah."Sam replied "Can we get to the Impala I think Sydney would be more comfortable there then on my back."
"Come on."Dean replied
Sydney woke up a couple of hours later, still a bit wosey. She got to ride on Sam's back again.
Sam and Dean walk into the warehouse one more time to see Jerry. Sydney smiles as she rides on Sam's back.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed."Jerry said
Jerry shakes their hands.
"Your dad's gonna be real proud."Jerry said
"We'll see you around, Jerry."Sam said
Dean begins to head off.
"You know, Jerry."Dean started
"Yeah."Jerry replied
"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months."Dean replied
"Your dad gave it to me."Jerry finished
"What?"Sam replied
Sydeny quickly wrapped her arms arounds Sam's kneck. His arms went limp.
"When did you talk to him?"Dean asked
"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys."Jerry said with that Jerry leaves the three.
The three get in the Impala and drive off to a small clearing where they watch the plane take off and come in to land. Sam and Dean anre drinking a beer while Sydney is drinking water. A plane with a red maple leaf on the tail flies overhead.
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service."Sam replied
Dean dials a number. As the voice message begins, he turns it so Sam and Sydney can hear too.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help."John said
Sam fumes and gets in the car. Dean and Sydney follows, and they drive off.
