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Phantom Traveler

George sat up, pulling on his collar anxiously. The man stood up, using his bag to help him because of his weak knees. He limped towards the bathroom. (George had gotten in an accident two months earlier leaving temporary damage to his leg.) He ran the water, cupping some and spraying it over his face. A man walked in behind him and noticed him breathing heavily after pressing the water toward his face.

"Nervous flier?" he asked. George chuckled.

"Is it obvious?" he looked at the man through the mirror who shrugged.

"Well, it's going to be fine. I mean, what are the odds of dying in a plane crash- 20,000 to one?" he asked before leaving.

"That's, uh, really reassuring, thank you!" he called after him sarcastically. He moved to wash his face in the sink once more, but in the mirror, he turned to see a black substance crawl through the vent. He was set to scream until it entered him through his eyes.

X

"How are you doing today, Miranda?" asked Chuck, the pilot. The flight attendant Miranda replied with "I'm doing just fine Chuck." she smiled before turning to where the passengers were now boarding the plane.

"Welcome aboard." she smiled and the first passenger was a young African-American male who showed her his ticket and asked where his seat was.

"Uh, 15C- that's all the way in the back of the plane and to the right." he nodded his thanks and went to his seat. George got on next and didn't even acknowledge the woman.

"Have a nice flight, sir." she commented. He turned around, and she saw that the man had black, almost full black eyes. She gasped. "Oh, I'm counting on it." he smiled before turning and heading to her seat. She shrugged it off slowly, but was still shaken. She led the rest of the passengers to their seats and the flight began. George sat next to a young blonde woman who looked as if this was her first time on a plane, which it was.

"Excuse me, do you know how long we've been up?" George asked. She nodded slightly and raised her wrist carefully.

"Um, uh, a-about 40 m-minutes." she stuttered.

"Wow, time really does fly, huh?" George chuckled lightly.

"I wish it flew faster." she muttered.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." he stood up and moved the woman's legs and another man. He walked to the back, nearing the bathroom where another passengers looked at him weirdly. George turned right towards the emergency exit and reached for the handle.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" A passenger yelled at him, making the rest turn and yell for him to stop. But he pulled it and it hit the tail of the plane. Everyone screamed in a panic, grabbing the air cases that had dropped.

XXX

Dean lied face-down in his pillow and he heard the door open. He seemed asleep, but at the sound of the door, he awoke quickly and grasped the knife under his pillow. He was ready to swing it out and slice the nearest creature that had entered his sister and his room until he felt weight dip down on his bed.

"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey!" he heard his sister yell into his ear.

"What time is it?" he mumbled into the pillow.

"About 5:45. Here, I brought you coffee." she reached over her brother and set his coffee down on his nightstand.

"In the morning?" he asked loudly.

"Yup." she laughed.

"Where does the day go?" he muttered looking over to her. She looked terrible. Bags under her eyes, her hair was disheveled from tossing and turning, trying to sleep.

"Meh. A couple hours." she sighed, putting her face in her brother's shoulder.

"Liar- I was up at 3:00, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial." he muttered, moving to sit on the side of the bed. She got up and walked over to her bed, sitting down on the edge.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." she smiled.

"Sammy, when was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" he asked, a concerning look filling his eyes.

"Ok, maybe I got at least 20 minutes. De, it's not a big deal." she muttered.

"Yes, it is." he told her.

"Stop being my concerned big brother."

"I'm not." he laughed.

"Yes you are. As always." she laughed with him, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, it's your job to keep my ass alive. I need you sharp." he ordered. She pushed him in the shoulder.

"But, seriously, Sam, are you still having nightmares about Tommy?" he asked softly, putting his hands on her shoulder.

"Yeah. But it's not just him. It's everything. I just forgot, you know, this job- man, it gets to you." she put her coffee down as she faced away from her brother.

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that." he sipped his coffee.

"So, what? All this- it never keeps you up all night?" she asked, watching her brother as he sipped.

"Never? You're never afraid?" she grinned slightly as her brother shook his head.

"No, not really." he said nonchalantly. She chuckled, then went over to her brother's bed, sitting next to him. They looked at each other before she turned to his pillow. She pulled out the knife he had almost flung at her and held it in front of his face. She sighed as he looked over it.

"That's not fear. That's precaution." he smiled, taking it from her petite hands and storing it back under his pillow.

"Whatever. I'm too tired to argue." she sighed, lying back on his bed. Suddenly, his cell phone rang and Sam sent the ringing phone an annoyed look while her brother answered it. The two shared a look before he opened it.

"Hello?" he asked sleepily.

"Dean, it's Jerry Panowski." he heard on the other end. He looked over to his sister who was slowly falling asleep, and he put a hand on her stomach, knowing that a nightmare would erupt. Dean narrowed his eyes, confused on who Jerry was.

"You and your Dad helped me out a couple years back?" he asked, hoping Dean would remember, so he could help with the latest problem.

"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittaning, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" he asked worriedly as his mind flashed to a huge gash on his arm he had told Sammy about the next week. She was worried and continued to call about an infection, about the blood, about everything. But he continued to assure her it was all right. His mind drifted away from those thoughts as he heard Jerry's voice again. "No, no, thank god, no." he chuckled.

"But it's something else and, uh, well, I think it could be a lot worse." he said quietly, hoping none of his co-workers would hear him.

"What is it?" Dean asked carefully as he rubbed his sister's shoulder, hearing her begin to slightly whimper. Her face contorted in pain and rolled to the right, pushing herself into her brother. He sighed, rubbing her side.

"Can we talk in person?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll be there soon." he promised. He hung up quickly and turned to his baby sister. He shifted her onto his bed and he put his own leather jacket over her instead of the blankets because he knew that she would be more comfortable like that. Dean knew it calmed her easily. When they were little, Sam would always run to Dean's bed after a nightmare she had and his scent always calmed her. The smell of gun oil and car fuel. She always wrapped her tiny arms around him and hugged him hard as they slept. Dean watched as the whimpering stopped and she clutched the jacket closer to her. The stress lines smoothed out over her face and she smiled slightly. He smiled, kissed her head before walking to the bathroom to get a shower.

XXX

The siblings walked through a plane workshop along with Jerry.

"Thanks for making the trip so quick, guys." he said as they walked.

"I ought to be doing you guys a favor, instead of the other way around." he turned to Sam who looked back at him.

"Dean and your Dad really helped me out." he smiled. She smiled back.

"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" she asked him. Then they heard a man behind them say "Poltergeist? I love that movie!"

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking." Jerry growled at the man as Dean sent the man a glare, catching him staring at his sister's... uh... intimate parts.

"Damn right it was a poltergeist- practically tore our house apart. Tell you something- if it wasn't for you and you're Dad, I probably wouldn't be alive." he said as they turned into another part of the shop. Dean smiled at his sister.

"Your Dad said you were off to college. Is that right?" Sam sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, I, uh, I'm taking some time off." she muttered, looking over to her brother as he shrugged.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell." he smiled. Sam widened her eyes and muttered "What?" Her brother looked at her and shook his head at her shocked face.

"He talked about you all the time." he smiled.

"Really?" she gasped.

"Yeah, you bet he did." Sam stared at the man. Her father had always been disappointed in her because she had wanted to dance instead of hunt and that argument happened when she was only 15. But that's a story for another time. What made her panic was why would he be proud of her now?

"Hey, I tried to get ahold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" he turned to Dean as Sam sorted through her thoughts.

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean covered as his sister looked over at him with slight tears in her eyes. But they wouldn't fall, he knew that. Whenever they were walking a job, Sam never cried. But it was her father being proud of her. A one time thing, according to her.

"Well, we're missing the old man. We get Samantha. Even trade, don't you think?" he said, as he turned to the two of them, continuing walking. Sam laughed lowly.

"No, not by a long shot." she told him.

"There's something I want you guys to hear." they finally arrived at his office as he said that. The two sat in the open chairs and Jerry closed the door. He went over to a record player and opened it.

"I listened to this, and it sounded up your alley." he smiled slightly at them as he put the CD in its' player.

"Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." he told them as the sibling's eyes shifted between the record player and Jerry. He played it and they heard talking. It was indistinct, so they didn't know what they were saying. The two were focused on the sounds they were hearing and they heard the plane descending rapidly. The man continued to speak, trying to get the plane back until everything stopped. There was no sound, only static. Suddenly there was a low moaning that made Dean raise his eyebrows. And finally a loud howl. The two looked at each other before turning back to Jerry.

"Took off from here, crashed about 200 miles South. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. No one knows why. Over 100 people on board, and only 7 came 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." he muttered, looking them both in the eyes. He looked as if he truly believed it wasn't this "Chuck's" fault.

"And, you don't think it was?" Sam wondered.

"No, I don't." he said surely. Sam nodded.

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors-" she counted off her fingers until her brother cut him off.

"Yeah, and anyway we can get a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage- guys, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance."

"No problem." Dean smiled. But Sam had ideas for her big brother she knew he wouldn't like.

XXX

Sam leant against the Impala as Dean walked out of Copy Jacks. She sighed at him as he smiled a blonde woman.

"You've been in there forever. What'd you do, did you get some in there or something?" she laughed.

"Shut up, Sammy. You can't rush perfection." he smiled, holding up two I.D's. She took hers.

"You're right. I do look perfect." she smiled as he crossed over the to the driver's side. Then she looked it over and realized what it said.

"Really, big bro? Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us." she muttered. just loud for him to hear.

"Well, it's something new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." he entered the car and his sister followed.

"Alright, whatcha got?" he asked turning to her.

"Well, there's definitely E.V.P on the cockpit voice recorder." she said as she stuck the I.D in her pocket and taking out her laptop. She opened it.

"Yeah?" her brother voiced.

"Mm-hmm. Listen." she said as she pressed the play button after sticking the CD into the laptop. You could hear the same high-pitched static that they heard in Jerry's office, but then a voice whispered "No Survivors.". It sounded of the voice of an old witch or someone within' that age range. It sounded as if that person was dying. Dean raised an eyebrow as his sister looked over at him.

"No Survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." he asked her.

"It's got me." she shrugged with a confused look etched onto her face.

"So, Sammy? Whatcha think? Haunted Flight?" he asked her as he turned the car on.

"Well, there's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom traveler." She had researched a bit while he was in there and came up with many examples of that.

"Mm-hmm." he muttered as she continued.

"Or, um, remember flight 401?" he asked.

"Right- the one that crashed, and the airplane salvaged its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights."

"Right." she muttered. "Maybe we got a similar deal." she continued. Dean slightly nodded before taking out the list of witnesses that Jerry had given them.

"Ok, so the survivors. Which one of'em do you want to talk to first?" he asked, scanning over the list. She immediately pointed out one.

"Third on the list- Max Jaffey." she stated.

"Why him?" Dean asked without looking up from the list.

"Well, for one, he's from around here, and two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." she pointed. He turned to her, an uncertain look carved into his features.

"Well, I spoke to his mother, while you were in there, and she told me where to find him." she muttered smirking at her brother.

"What?" he asked, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes.

"Just drive." she smirked again, and he gave her a weird look before pulling off.

XXX

Along with Max Jaffey, the two walked along the lawn of Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max muttered.

"Right. Some new information has come up. If you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean trailed off, looking over to his sister, motioning that it was her turn to speak.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" She asked slowly. She wondered if he really was crazy. The sore look on his face, his pale skin, his eyes wouldn't look anywhere but the ground. But, at least he could speak.

"Like what?" Max muttered. His entire mood changed. This seemed like a touchy subject with him.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe... voices." Dean listed, looking over at the man for approval. Max stared at the man for a moment or two.

"No, nothing." he had said that too quickly for either of the siblings' tastes. At that, the two shared a look and sat at a table, Max seating himself beside them.

"Hmm, Mr. Joffey-" Dean started, mispronouncing the last name.

"Jaffey." Max corrected.

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked, a hard gaze flown towards Mr. Jaffey's face.

"Can I ask why?" he finished as Max nodded.

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." he sighed. The two shared a look once again, but this one said something different. He was lying. They could tell. They did it professionally.

"Uh-huh, and that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" he asked. Max flinched slightly at his tone. He looked at both of them and they were staring at him intently, waiting on an answer.

"I-I don't want to talk about this a-anymore." he stuttered. 'Smooth, Max. Real Smooth' he thought to himself dully.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." he ordered. Max looked away for a second and turned back to the man in front of him.

"No. No, I was delusional-seeing things." he tried to make the officer believe what he was saying. But he couldn't tell if he was trying to convince the two cops, or himself.

"Oh." Dean turned to Sam who mouthed 'Wow' in disbelief.

"He was seeing things." Dean muttered as his sister shook her head. Sam sighed and gave him her best puppy eyes and hope for the best. She opened her big blue eyes and spoke.

"It's ok. Just tell us what you thought you saw, please?" she asked him hopefully, not letting her eyes glaze over for a second. This always worked. Except on her Dad and only sometimes it didn't work on Dean. He stared at her for a moment, biting his lip in thought. He opened his mouth quickly.

"There was... this... man." he sighed. Sam took her eyes off the man to send a slight smirk to her brother who rolled his eyes playfully in response. Then they listened to Max intently.

"And, uh, he had these... eyes. These, uh, black eyes. And I saw him- I thought I saw him-" he corrected himself earning a sigh from Sam.

"What?" Dean asked first. Max sighed and looked up at both of them.

"I saw him opening the emergency exit. But that's impossible, right? I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." he looked up at them, looking at Dean mostly, refusing to give into those puppy dog eyes again.

"This man- did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?" Sam asked carefully. Max looked at her as if she was the crazy one.

"What are you, nuts?" he asked, loudly. Sam was slightly taken aback by the question and tilted her head slightly, showing her confusion.

"He was a passenger. He sat right in front of me." he told her directly. Sam shifted in her seat and looked to her brother who shrugged.

"All right, thank you Mr. Jaffey." Dean said as they both stood up and he patted Max on the shoulder.

"God, he annoyed me." Sam muttered.

"So, should we talk to the 'suspect's' widow?" Dean asked as the two signed out of the hospital.

XXX

The two pulled up to George's wife's home.

"Here we are- George Phelps, Seat 20C." Sam muttered as the Impala parked in front of the large home.

"Man. I don't care how strong you are." he got out of the car and he continued to speak as his sister copied his actions, still staring at the house.

"Even yoked up on PCP, no way you can open an emergency door during a flight." he told her as he leaned against the Impala. Sam sighed and turned toward her brother.

"Not if your human." she stated as if it was obvious. Which it was.

"But maybe this guy, George, was something else- some kind of creature maybe? In human form?" she asked him slightly, making it a question/statement.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked, pointing up to the house. The two looked up to the two-story house where George used to live. She shrugged.

"I told you. Human form. They'd have to blend in." she argued before the two went into the house. George's wife sat them down and Sam picked up a picture of George.

"This is your late husband?" she asked softly. Mrs. Phelps nodded slightly.

"Yes, that was my George." she said softly, trying to keep the tears out of her voice. Ever since the flight, she hasn't stopped crying. At some points, she'd lock herself in their bedroom and hug his pillow. She reminded Dean of Sam after Tommy was murdered. He leaned back and looked at Sammy who was still studying the picture.

"And you said he was a... dentist?" he asked. She nodded again.

"Mm-hmm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly?" she asked the man in front of her.

"For him to go like that..." she bit her lip as it trembled. She looked down and sighed.

"How long were you married?" Sam asked softly, not trying to startle anything out of the broken woman.

"Thirteen years." she replied proudly as she thought of their wedding and her 1-3 pregnancies.

"Through all that time, did you ever notice anything strange(I) about him? Anything out of the ordinary?" she asked carefully.

"Um..", getting there...

"uh," almost there!

"He had acid reflux if that's what you mean." said looking up at them. Nope. Nothing. Sam sighed. She was wrong. This man was as normal as any man could be. A wife, 3 kids, yep, no sort of Supernatural creature at all. The siblings looked at each other, practically reading each other.

'I told you.' Dean's eyes read.

'Oh, shut up' her eyes growled back.

XXX

"I mean, it goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense." Sam uttered as she walked down the stairs behind her brother.

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn't exactly evil-personified." he smiled teasingly as his sister passed him to get to the car.

"But, you know what we need to do? We need to get into that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." he stopped and leaned over the car, looking over to his sister. She shrugged.

"Ok, if we're gonna go down that route, we're gonna need to look the part." she smiled up at her big brother who narrowed his eyes in confusion.

XXX

Sam stepped out of Mort's For Style and she was in a light blue shirt and black jacket with black suit pants and black flats. She turned to her brother who would walk out the door. She tried to pull him by the arm, but he snatched it back.

"No, I am not coming out in this monkey suit. Enough people have seen me in here already." he growled, staying inside the door. She rolled her eyes and caught him off guard, by pinching him on the back of his neck and pushing him out the door. He growled at her, rubbing his neck and sighing as they walked. He was dressed in a black suit with a black tie.

"I feel like one of the Blues Brothers." he growled pulling at the tie that was practically choking him.

"No you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance." she smiled teasingly as he looked over the cloth.

"I hate this thing." he muttered.

"Do you want into that warehouse or not?" she muttered. He rolled his eyes as they entered the car. As they drove, Dean continued to scratch his suit, making his sister laugh continuously.

XXX

They showed their badges to the security guard. They looked extremely legit. The two had the suits, they had the sharp look in their eye, and the badges just complimented what was already there. He nodded their access and pointed them towards the door. Samantha led the way as they opened the door. They entered the room of the plane wreckage where you could barely tell what was looked around at the carts full of equipment and under the parts of the plane was a layout of what the plane used to look like. Dean pulled out a device as they trailed around the plane.

"What's that?" his sister asked looking over the device with slight confusion.

"It's an EMF meter. It detects Electromagnetic Frequencies." he told her as he pulled the antenna up and the EMF beeped.

"I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?" she asked, chuckling a little as her brother turned to smile his famous smirk at her.

"'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." he smirked. She rolled her eyes as they continued to walk.

"Yeah, I can see that." she looked down at it. She laughed again as her brother gave her a slightly muddled look. As they walked, Dean trailed the EMF over everything they passed. He put it under a part of the emergency handle that George had pulled where it beeped rapidly.

"Check out the emergency handle." Dean called to his sister. She came back and swiped a finger over it and yellow stuff came off onto her finger.

"Ew, what is this stuff?" she growled slightly, trying to work it off her finger.

"One way to find out." Dean said. He turned to her, and she took the sample cup out of her pocket and used a pocket knife to scrape some of the stuff in.

Outside, back with the guard, the real homeland security agents appeared in front of the guard. They pulled out their badges and one smiled.

"Gentlemen." he greeted politely. The guard gave them a confused look.

"Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?" he asked, chuckling.

"What are you talking about?" one of them asked, putting his badge back in his jacket pocket.

"Two of your buddies went inside, not five minutes ago." he laughed. But, as he saw the agents' panicked looks, his smile immediately dropped. The guards and the agents journeyed down the halls, guns at the ready.

Sam finished scooping the substance into the cup and turned to her brother. She had a bad feeling in her gut and by the looks of it, her brother felt it too. They ran out the back door and just as the door closed, the guards and the real agents arrived in the room. Dean peeked around the corner of the building and gestured for his sister to follow him. They walked calmly until they heard the alarm, leading them into a speed walk. They arrived at the gate, where Dean took his jacket off, throwing it over the gate doors and Sam climbed up first, her brother falling after her. He took back his jacket and smirked at his sister.

"Guess these monkey suits come in handy." he smiled before they rushed to the Impala.

XXX

Jerry's microscope zoomed in on the sample Sam had given him. It looked somewhat like popcorn, but everyone knew it wasn't. It was small and dusty thing. I don't think that's how you would describe popcorn. The siblings watched intently as he worked.

"Huh." Jerry said thoughtfully.

"What?" Sam asked, raising her eyes at him for the first time since they had gotten back.

"This stuff is covered in sulfur." he remarked.

"You're sure?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Take a look for yourself." he told them until they heard a loud crash. Jerry sighed.

"If you excuse me, I have an idiot to fire." he sighed, as he headed out the door. Dean looked first and his sister just watched him, clutching her jacket tighter around herself as a cold breeze flew in from the window.

"Hmm. Not too many things leave behind a sulfuric residue." he said as he looked up at her.

"Demonic possession?" Sam asked, her voice slightly raspy from being quiet for so long. He shrugged.

"It would explain how a mortal man has the strength to open up an emergency hatch." he said, the wheels in his head turning.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." she shrugged.

"Yeah, but this goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup." he told her looking down at the desk.

"Ew." she muttered softly.

"It's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?" he told his sister. This was possible, but what kind of thing does that? And for what motive?

"You ever heard of something like this before?" she asked him.

"Never." he answered.

XXX

Sam typed furiously at the computer, researching things about demonic possession and plane crashes as her brother used a few books she had gotten from the local library.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? Christian, Native American, Hindu- you name it." she said to him, looking over to him after she was finished.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." he argued.

"Well, that's not exactly true. According to Japanese Beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease-" she listed until her brother cut her off.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" he asked in disbelief. She shrugged as he sat up.

"All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" he asked, standing up to stand behind her to look at the computer. Sam tried to look for a better way to explain it and when she couldn't, she answered, "Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes this thing has brought down before this one?" she looked up at him. Her brother sighed before turning around and chuckling lowly.

"What?" she asked as he scratched his head.

"I don't know, sis. This isn't our normal gig." he sighed.

"I mean, demons, they don't want anything- just death and destruction for their own sake." he said, looking over to her.

"This is big. I wish Dad was here." he said softly, hoping not to trigger any mighty emotions out of his baby sister. Then he heard something that surprised him.

"Yeah, me too." she said softly. He raised his eyebrows at her and slowly walked over to her.

"What?" she looked up at him with a confused face.

"Are you sick?" he asked as he put a hand to her forehead.

"Oh, shut up." she laughed and pushed his hand off of her before his phone rang. He picked it out of his pocket and put it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Oh, hey Jerry." he said as he sat on the bed.

"My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, he'd dead." Sam heard from the loud phone. She widened her eyes as did her brother.

"Wha- Jerry, I'm sorry, what happened?" Dean rambled as he looked over to her as she straightened up.

"He and his buddy went up in a small twin, 'bout an hour ago. The plane went down." he sniffled softly.

"Where'd this happen?" Dean went into immediate hunter mode.

"Um, about 60 miles west of here, near Nazareth." Jerry sighed, his frown lines becoming evident. Dean groaned.

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that." he groaned.

"Pardon?" Jerry wondered.

"Nothing. Hang in there, alright, we'll catch up to you soon." he said. He hung up the phone and looked over to his sister who chuckled softly in disbelief.

"Another crash?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." he tossed her her jacket and muttered "Let's go." before they headed out the door.

"Where?" she questioned.

"Nazareth." he said with no emotion.

XXX

The two sped down the road in the Impala where black smoke was withering through the trees. They inspected the crash and something caught Sam's eye once again.

"Is that...?" she questioned herself softly. Dean turned to her from looking at the tail of it. She was inspecting the inside, and she was staring at the wheel, scratching at it again. She gathered it in another sample cup and handed it to her brother.

"I think it's more sulfur." she looked up at him.

"Well, let's have Jerry check it out." he said as he handed it to her. She put it back in her pocket and they walked back to the Impala.

XXX

"Sulfur?" Dean questioned as he stood by Jerry and the microscope. He stood and nodded, making Dean look over to Sammy.

"Well, that's great." he muttered.

"All right, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean voiced to his sister. Sam rubbed her temple.

"Well, with all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." she said half-heartedly.

"What's the bad news?" asked Dean, his eyebrows raising.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes. And get this, so did flight 2485." she told him. Dean sighed and leant forward slightly.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked. Dean turned to him.

"It's biblical numerology. You know, Noah's Ark? It rained for 40 days. The number means death." he explained.

"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down 40 minutes in." she explained her research to the two mean as she pointed at the screen.

"Any survivors?" Dean questioned.

"No. Not until now, at least- not until flight 2485, for some reason. And the cockpit voice recorder- remember what the E.V.P. said?" she asked him.

"No Survivors." he repeated. She stared at him for a few minutes, waiting for that look of realization to dawn on his face as it always did. And that's exactly what his facial expression said.

"It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job." he realized as Jerry looked over at him. The two shared a look that Jerry didn't notice, both of their eyes saying the exact same thing. 'Time to save some survivors.'

XXX

"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." she smiled her sweetest smile even though she knew the people couldn't see her and turned to her brother who was speeding down the road in the Impala as she hung up.

"That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." she said as she marked the two names off the list of survivors.

"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker." Dean concluded.

"Right, her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8:00. It's her first night back on the job." Sam told him.

"Hmm, that sounds like just our luck." he smiled at her. Sam sighed and rolled her eyes.

"This is a five hour drive, even with you behind the wheel." she said. Her brother had always been a devil on the road. Whatever the speed limit was, he just wanted to go over it. Even when they got pulled over. He nodded.

"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off the pass." He tried. She scratched her head.

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off. God, we're never gonna make it." she muttered sullenly.

"We'll make it." he reassured her. He stepped on the pedal dramatically and they sped off into the night.

XXX

They rushed into the crowded airport and rushed over to a screen that showed what flight left and where to. Sam pointed up.

"Right there. There boarding in 30 minutes." she told him breathlessly.

"Ok, we still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." he thought up a plan as he rushed over to a courtesy phone.

"Hi, gate 13." he smiled.

"Who are you calling sir?" the operator asked.

"I'm trying to contact Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um..." he trailed off, looking to Sam for the flight number.

"424" she mouthed.

"Flight 424." he finished. They heard the intercom voice 'Amanda Walker. Amanda Walker. You have a phone call at the white courtesy phone at gate 13.'

"Come on." Dean muttered impatiently. Then he heard the phone click.

"This is Amanda Walker." he heard.

"Miss Walker." he started off his smooth lie.

"Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." he told her, his voice sounding as promising as it wasn't.

"Karen?" she asked immediately.

"Nothing serious- just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so..." he started, but Amanda cut him off.

"That's impossible, I just got off the phone with her." she said. That made Dean silent. All his plans were gone. New idea needed. ALERT! NEW IDEA NEEDED!

"You what?" he muttered, raising his eyebrows.

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" she questioned.

"Uh, well, there must be some mistake." he muttered.

"And how would you even know I was here?" she was almost screaming now.

"Is this one of Vince's friends?" she growled. There was the idea he needed. His best guess was bad breakup between Amanda and this guy Vince, so he went with what came to his head.

"Guilty as charged." he chuckled slightly.

"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda spoke. Sam watched as her brother's entire demeanor changed from serious to joking.

"He's really sorry." he said in a fragmented voice.

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" she growled sternly into his ear.

"Yes, but, he really needs to see you tonight, so-" he started, but she cut him off, making Dean roll his eyes.

"No, I'm sorry, it's too late." she told him.

"Don't be like that! Come on, the guy's a mess. Really, it's pathetic." he lied through his teeth, turning the Winchester charm on.

"Really?" she asked, her voice breaking and you could tell that he had gotten her.

"Oh yeah." he nodded, and it made Sam turn to stand in front of him.

"Look, I've got to go. Tell him to call me when I land." she said before hanging up the phone, ignoring Dean's protests. He hung up the phone as well and looked at his sister, who looked up at him, eyebrow raised.

"Damn it! So close." he growled, turning away from her. She shook her head slightly, and he could tell she was thinking.

"All right, time for plan B. I'm getting on that plane." she said as she turned away from him.

"Hang on a second." he said.

"Dean, that plane is going in the air with over 100 passengers on board and if we're right, that plane is going to crash." she told him.

"I know." he said as if she was stupid.

"All right, well, I'm getting on that plane, I'm going to find that demon and exorcise it." she told him sternly. Man, all the woman were talking so seriously to him today.

"Hey, what am I supposed to do?" he asked. She knew of his fear of planes, but maybe she didn't know about his fear of losing his baby sister.

"Dean, I'll be fine. You stay down here. We don't need you breaking down in a demon's domain." she told him sincerely.

"No, I'm going with you." he told her, pushing past her, ignoring her protests just as Amanda had done to him.

XXX

The two sat in the third row from the front where Dean was breathing hard, his hand were shaking and sweating, and his sister had a worried expression etched onto her face.

"Just try to relax." she whispered to him.

"Just try to shut up." he growled in response. He didn't want his sister to see his weak side, but she had seen it many times before. Why not now? Because they were exorcising a demon, first time too, that's why. Dean sighed heavily as the plane shook, ready to take off. Sam looked toward her brother, hearing a slight noise coming from him.

"Are you humming Metallica?" she laughed slightly, teasing him.

"It calms me down." he muttered. She laughed quietly, then grabbed her brother's hand, helping him realize that his sister was still here with him, and if he couldn't protect himself, he'd at least protect her.

"Look, I get that you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused." she told him quietly.

"Ok." he nodded.

"I mean, we got 32 minutes and counting to track this thing down-or whoever it's possessing anyway-and perform a full-on exorcism." she told him.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane, that's going to be easy." he muttered sarcastically.

"Just take it one step at a time, all right?" she advised, rubbing soothing circle on the back of his hand with her thumb.

"Now, first thing's first, who is it possessing?" she muttered. Her brother turned to speak to her with wide eyes.

"Well, it's usually going to somebody with some sort of weakness. You know, a chink in the armor a demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction, or emotional distress." he said, glancing back and forth between the rest of the plane and his sister.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." she whispered.

"Mm-hmm." he looked back down the aisle at one of the flight attendants. She came up to his seat, and he spoke to her.

"Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" he asked.

"No, I'm not." she smiled at him.

"Oh, my mistake." he apologized, and the woman moved on. He looked further down the aisle and saw the second flight attendant working with flight snacks.

"All right, well, that's gotta be Amanda back there, so-" he took a deep breath as the plane rumbled beneath him.

"I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." he sighed, turning to his sister.

"What if she's already possessed?" she asked. Her brother tilted his head and exhaled again.

"There's ways to test that." he smiled, pulling his bag from under his feet, and grabbed the bottle of holy water out of it.

"I brought holy water." he held it up to his sister who snatched it out of his hand and hid it in the pocket of her jacket. He stared at her in disbelief as she spoke, his hand still open for the holy water.

"No. I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." she advised.

"Oh.. nice." he muttered in disappointment of not being able to use the holy water. He stood up, but leaned down when he heard his sister.

"Hey." she called.

"What?" he asked.

"Say it in Latin." she told him.

"I know." he stood up again.

"Okay. Hey!" she called again.

"What?!" he growled.

"Uh, in Latin, it's Christo." she muttered.

"Sam, I know. I'm not an idiot." he whisper-shouted. She finally sat back, without calling to him. But she sat back up again, turning to watch him. 'Cause sometimes, he was an idiot. She laughed as there was turbulence and her brother hit his hand against a seat after steadying himself. Dean walked to the back of the plane where Amanda stood stacking cups.

"Hi." he said politely.

"Hi. Can I help you with something?" she smiled back.

"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit." he chuckled as he leaned against a wall.

"Happens to the best of us." she sighed, looking up at him.

"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you." he sighed. She laughed.

"You'd be surprised." she sighed.

"Really? You're a nervous flier?" he asked.

"Yeah, maybe a little bit." she chuckled.

"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?" he asked her. She smiled up at him before replying "Kind of a long story."

"Right. Sorry for asking. You ever consider other employment?" he pried once more.

"No. Everybody's scared of something. I just, uh... I'm not gonna let it hold me back." she sighed.

"Huh." he muttered down in his throat.

"So..." she sighed again. He looked down before muttering "Christo."

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she asked him, taking her hands off the cups. He looked up nervously before sighing and puckering his lips slightly.

"Christo?" he chuckled.

"I-I didn't- I didn't-" she started, but he didn't let her finish.

"Nothing. Never mind." he bit his lip as he walked out of the door.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet." he complained.

"You said 'Christo'?" she asked. He nodded.

"And?" she pried.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." he muttered.

"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone... anywhere." she muttered. Then, there was turbulence. Dean gasped, bracing himself against the seats.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" he yelled at his sister.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." she sighed, rubbing his arm. He turned to look at her.

"Sam. This plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm friggin' 4!" he growled.

"You need to calm down." she said calmly.

"Well, I'm sorry, I can't." he growled.

"Yes, you can." she encouraged.

"Sam, stop the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. It's not helping." he growled. She sat up and glared.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide-open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself right now." she growled in his face. He sighed, knowing he was defeated, and took long, relaxing breaths.

"Good." she sighed.

"Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is going to work. The Ritual Romano." she sighed, opening her father's journal.

"What do we have to do?" he asked, looking over at her to look in the book.

"It's two parts." she explained.

"The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which makes it more powerful." she muttered. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"More powerful? How?"

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can wreak havoc on its own." she explained.

"Oh. And why is that a good thing?" he asked her, raising his eyebrows once more.

"Well because the second part sends the bastard back to hell once and for all." she smiled at her brother. He nodded his head.

"First thing's first, we gotta find it." he muttered.

XXX

Dean walked slowly down the aisle, being subtle with the EMF meter, but some people still looked at him crazy. One man stared at him the whole time he walked who Dean slightly waved at and then shook his head. Another goth looked up at him who Dean smiled at, but shrugged. Then, when he finished the line, Sam stood up and walked over to him. She touched his shoulder, and he jumped.

"Oh! Don't do that!" he scolded.

"Anything?" she asked.

"No, nothing. How much time we got?" he whispered.

"Fifteen minutes." she sighed, looking at her watch.

"Maybe we missed somebody." she said.

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." he tried.

"You believe that?" she asked disbelievingly raising her eyebrows.

"I will if you will." Sam wanted to slap her brother for that. Suddenly, they heard a loud whining noise. The EMF was beeping. Dean looked towards where it was pointed, and the co-pilot came out of the cockpit. Sam looked at her brother.

"What, what is it?" she asked.

"Christo." he suddenly muttered. They watched as the co-pilot flinched. He turned towards them and his full-black eyes glared at him. The siblings looked at each other before rushing towards the back of the plane.

XXX

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam muttered to her brother, their father's journal in her hand. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Twelve minutes, Sam." They entered the back room where Amanda was doing something with the cabinets.

"Oh, hello. Hope the flight's not to bumpy for you." she smiled. Sam closed the curtains.

"Um, actually, that's what we came back here to talk to you about." he sighed.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" she shrugged.

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we don't have time for the whole 'The truth is out there' speech right now." he started out, but Sam stopped him.

"Okay, look, we know you were on flight 2485." she sighed, cutting to the chase cleanly.

"Who are you?" Amanda asked immediately.

"We've spoken to some other survivors. We know something brought down that plane. It wasn't mechanical failure." Sam explained quickly. Ten minutes.

"We need your help stopping it from happening again here now."

"I'm sorry. I-I'm very busy." she tried as she stuttered.

"Wait a second." Dean stopped her.

"Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you, ok? But listen to me. The pilot from Flight 2485, Chuck Lambert? He's dead." he said, not-so-subtly.

"What? Chuck is dead?" she asked in disbelief.

"He died in a plane crash. That's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" he asked. She opened her mouth again, but closed it lamely as Sam spoke.

"There was something wrong with 2485. There's something wrong with this flight, too." she told her.

"Amanda, you have to believe us." Dean coaxed. She sighed, looking at Dean's hard stare, and Sam's baby blue puppy dog stare. At that, she gave on.

"On 2485, there was this man. He... had these eyes." she sighed.

"Yes! That's exactly what we're talking about!" Sam smiled.

"But, I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?" Amanda asked them.

"Get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here." Dean instructed.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" she asked.

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him." he told her.

"Well, how am I supposed to get him back here?" she asked, gesturing to the cockpit.

"Whatever it takes. Tell him that there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of the cockpit." Sam advised.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-" she started.

"You're gonna lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out!" Dean whisper-shouted.

"Ok." she sighed. Dean moved out of her way to let her get out of the back part of the plane. They watched and waited as Amanda went to talk to the co-pilot. When they saw the two heading back there, Sam grabbed the holy water out of her jacket as Dean handed her the book. As Sam readied herself, Dean stood in front of the door.

"Now, what's the problem?" the co-pilot asked as he walked through the curtain. Dean punched him in his face, knocking him to the ground. The man struggled to get up, but Dean grabbed him by his collar, slamming him to the floor. He pulled out a roll of duct-tape and put it over the man's mouth.

"What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him!" Amanda yelled.

"Sam's gonna talk to him. He's just gonna listen." Dean muttered. Sam poured holy water on the man, creating burns on the body. Amanda gasped as she saw the burns.

"Oh my god. What's wrong with him?" she asked, putting her hands to her head. Sam looked up at her.

"Look, we need you calm. We need you outside of the curtain. Don't let anybody in. Can you do that?" she asked her.

"Amanda?" she asked, blue eyes staring up at the woman.

"Ok." Amanda sighed before running out of the curtain. Dean punched him in the face one good time.

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him." Sam quickly spoke Latin as Dean struggled to hold the demon down. But suddenly, he knocked the holy water out of Sam's hand, which surprised her, but she tried to keep reading. He pushed Dean to the floor, and pushed Sam away. But Dean got back up and punched the man another time, keeping him down. Sam spoke the Latin words again. He pushed Dean down again, ripped the tape off, and grabbed Sam by her collar.

"I know what happened to your boyfriend! He must have died screaming! Even now, he's burning." he cackled in a mutated voice. Sam growled at him before Dean punched him in the face once more. Sam, not wanting the demon to live any longer, continued to recite the exorcism. When she finished, she threw the book to the side, and without their knowing, the book was kicked out into the hall. They saw the black smoke go back into the vent.

"Where'd he go?" Sam asked.

"He's in the plane. Hurry up, we got to finish the exorcism." he patted Sam's back who got up and went outside to get the book. But suddenly, the plane just dropped. Dean fell back into the corner of the room they had excorsiced the demon in and Sam fell to her knees in the aisle. She crawled, but once she saw the book, it fell away from her. She crawled after it. Sam immediately shouted the words over everyone's screaming, including her brother's. As she finished, the plane's engine stabilized, and they were back in the air. In the back, Dean began to breath again, making a funny duck face. When he could stand, he came from the back of the plane, and saw his sister on her knees, the book still in hand. But she stood, and turned towards him, smiling. She saw his panicked eyes, and it made her laugh. He shook his head at her. They had saved everyone. Just as they had hoped.

XXX

Sam and Dean stayed near as everyone got off the plane. They watched Amanda's interview by one of the police officers. When she noticed them standing there, she mouthed "Thank you." The two nodded and turned to leave.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said, glad to be off that plane. But then he saw his sister's sad/angry expression.

"You ok?" he asked her as they walked through the airport. But she stopped and stood in front of him.

"Dean, it- it knew about Tommy." she narrowed her eyes and bit her lip.

"Sammy, these things, they read minds. They lie. All right? That's all it was." he suggested. Sam looked down.

"Yeah. Come on." she turned around, walking again, and her brother followed.

XXX

The two stood outside of the plane workshop with Jerry. He was praising their actions.

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could've been killed. Your dad's gonna be real proud." he shook Sam's hand.

"We'll see you around, Jerry." they turned to their car, but Dean turned around.

"You know, Jerry, I've been meaning to ask you. How'd you get my cell phone number anyway? I've only had it for like, six months." he said.

"Your Dad gave it to me." he told them. Both of them widened their eyes.

"What?" Sam asked.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked.

"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him. But I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call. Thanks again, guys." he smiled, before turning and walking away. Sam stared after the man for a moment before turning to look at her brother. The two then sat on the hood of the car. Dean called the number.

"This doesn't make any sense, Dean. I've called Dad's number like 50 times. It's been out of service." she said. As Dean put the ringing phone to his ear, it clicked.

"This is John Winchester." he heard. He leaned closer to Sam so they both could hear, and the message continued.

"I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help." they heard before there was another click. Tears filled Sam's eyes at the voice. She looked at her brother before standing up and going to get in the car. Dean sat there for a moment before getting up and following.