Holding On

by ImMyOwnDefender

Sometimes the only thing that is pushing you forward is the unseen hand you feel pressing down against your back. Dean x OC

4. Phantom Traveler

4. Phantom Traveler

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural it belongs to Eric Kripke, and the cast, but my co-author, LadyHimawari91 and I do own Sonia Desjardins and the rest of the OC characters.

[Third Person]

Sonia gazed at Dean's form sitting on the couch; right now it was just him and her, Sam was out getting some dinner for them. She stared at Dean, and her mind slowly went back to the conversation she had with him, after the case with Lucas Barr, his family and Peter Sweeney.

She had climbed into the backseat of the Impala, Dean started up and again they drove in silence. Sam seemed to read both their minds and claimed to be hungry, so they stopped at a diner. Dean told Sam what he wanted, and so did Sonia – thus Sam had left them alone, in awkward silence.

Sonia stared at Dean as he stared at her from his rear view mirror.

"So…it was real nice what you did for Peter's mom," Dean commented, "Telling her what happened."

The 18 year old shifted uncomfortably, "Thanks. I guess," she said awkwardly.

Another long silence followed after that – and it was beginning to agitate Dean, "Dean?" Sonia asked guilelessly and without clue, "Was there something you wanted to talk about?"

Dean grunted under his breath, this was tougher than he thought it would be, "Yeah, look. Can we talk outside for a moment," he asked her.

Sonia gave him a weird look but nodded and opened the car door sliding out, "Okay sure."

They both stepped out together, "So what is it?" Sonia turned to look at Dean, who stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was quiet for a split second, until he opened his mouth, "Sam told me what was wrong…you know, with the whole kiss thing?"

Sonia closed her eyes, "Sam's got a big mouth," she murmured under her breath.

Dean only smirked, "Yeah he does, and he's also a shitty liar," he admitted, "But that's a story for another day," he added. "That's not the point. Point is…is it true I mean?"

"What?" Sonia asked facing him unflinchingly, as if this was a job, which Dean couldn't help but admire in her.

"That…you were jealous…cause you might like me," he said slowly, and almost uncertainly. When Sonia didn't say anything and just stared at him, he actually felt himself sweat a little.

"Maybe…," Sonia admitted shyly, which didn't fit her at all, "But come on, Dean, it's never gonna work. I mean you obviously don't see me that way, and you're a player. I can't picture you as the boyfriend type," she mumbled quietly.

"And how would you know that," Dean retorted, "What makes you think I don't like you too huh?"

Sonia blinked at that, "Wait…do you?" If Dean didn't know any better, he would say she almost looked hopeful at this.

"I…yeah okay? Yeah I do…," he admitted slowly, and if he was the immature teenager he was in the past he would have visibly cringed at admitting this. He was after all Dean Winchester, and there were a lot of things he didn't do; one of them being, meet-the-parents, salads and vegan diets, and monogamous happy lovey-dovey relationships. But Sonia was different – almost all the girls he's met, he lied to them, or had lied to them to get them to sleep with him. They were a break, or get away from this lifestyle, and they couldn't even begin to know what Dean or his dad had faced down, but Sonia knew…and she didn't think he was crazy, nor did she judge him. Even with her kind of attitude, towards this situation, she still looked like she could get out of it at any time, and relax.

And for the most part that was what attracted Dean to her the most; not her looks, (though it was an excellent factor), or anything else physical, but just her, and the fact that she was different and wasn't afraid to show it, with a…a beauty and strength that resonated from within, something that his mother once had.

Sonia stared at him expectantly, "So…what do we do now?"

Dean gazed at her, and looked down then slowly moved closer and carefully took her hand, "…"

She looked down at their joined hands, and gave a cute shy little smile, then looked back up at him.

He was smiling back at her crookedly, but cheekily, Sonia braved up and leaned forward pressing her lips against his, which he instantly reacted to by kissing back.

They didn't see or notice, Sam watching them from the diner window, with a smug smile.

A faint buzzing interrupted her reverie, and Sonia reacted by going to answer it, "Hello," she whispered and stepped outside of the motel room. "Sonia?" That was her mom's voice – and Sonia knew her mom well enough to know what she was feeling, especially through phone conversations.

"Mom, hi," Sonia said charmingly with a cute grin.

"Hello, but never mind with that, where are you right now," she said in a firm voice; figures, Valerie Antoinette Desjardins was a woman of fire and brimstone, and had never let many things stop her before. She was abrasive, stubborn, cunning, most would describe her at times, as being rather hard-hearted, but then there was the side of her that only the family and close personal friends knew – that Valerie was incredibly, loyal to a fault, strong, a fierce, protective friend, and a woman who never took anything lying down.

"A motel room," Sonia answered innocently.

"I meant the state genius," Valerie specified, and Sonia could already tell, that her mom was rolling her eyes, but smirking.

Despite the personalities and strong similarities, Sonia and her mom hardly ever clashed, and got along together well as mother and daughter.

"Pennsylvania," Sonia answered leaning against the wall, she saw Sam walk towards her, with dinner – he saw her on the phone and nodded at her with a smile, she smiled back and nodded. He opened the door of their room and walked inside, and closed it, "And you don't have to worry. I'm not alone."

"Who else is with you," Val asked with interest.

Sonia took a deep breath before explaining, "I met the Winchester brothers along the way. John, their dad's gone missing and they're looking for him. And I have proof to believe that Rick is with him," Sonia said twirling a finger in her hair, a gesture she had, whenever she was nervous.

"Winchester huh?" Val asked slowly, "Then yeah, they gotta be John's boys. And he's probably in a different state by now," she hummed out a light sigh.

Sonia straightened up, standing a little taller, "You know where they are?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, "Honestly? No, I don't. Sorry hummingbird," she said using Sonia's pet name for her, "but I did get a phone call from them awhile ago," Val explained.

Sonia let out a sigh, "Well, at least they're okay," she nodded slowly, "Oh and tell Rick the next time he calls, I wanna kill him for taking off without me."

"Will do," Val stated, "Then again it's not a surprise. With the way John came to see us, I knew Rick would follow," she admitted.

"What kind of job is it mom? And why don't his boys know anything about it," she asked with a frown.

Val was quiet once again, but gave a grunt, "John was asking about demons. Something about the Occult, and Demonology."

This answer only left Sonia with more questions – why not go for a demonologist, why go to her mother?

"Why you mom?" Sonia asked trying not to let her nervousness emit through her voice.

"I know a thing or two, you're forgetting," Val answered thinly, and Sonia couldn't shake off that her mom knew more than she was letting on, "I did major in theology and religious studies."

"Ah, right okay then," Sonia nodded, "Keep me updated if Rick and John call again. Okay?"

Val agreed, "I will sweetheart, I promise," she sounded like she was smiling on the other end of the line, and Sonia was filled with the longing to see her mom's smile, but before Val could hang up Sonia remembered something, "Mom…?" She hesitated, "I think…I more than like one of the Winchester brothers…"

Her mom was silent on the other end for a while, but the quiet didn't last long, "Alright. Really? Which one," Val asked with mild interest.

Sonia bit her lip, "The older one. Dean," she replied slowly.

"The dog? You're serious," Val demanded in a disbelieving and incredulous tone, probably wondering if she heard her right. It looked like she knew about Dean's reputation.

"I knew you were gonna react that way," Sonia sighed looking away – maybe she shouldn't have said anything, "Thanks for the support mom," she grumbled.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," Val said getting over the shock, "You know you can talk to me about it," Val offered, trying to reign in her temper and calm herself down. She could never stay mad at her own daughter.

"I'm starting to doubt that, thanks though mom," Sonia murmured.

Val huffed, "Well you can. So go on and talk to me," she insisted.

Sonia then heard the door open and saw Dean beckoning her inside, waving a bag of food, "Next time mom, I promise. I have to go," she said softly.

"Oh okay," Val complied, "Bye for now. Take care of yourself," she said.

"Don't I always," and with Sonia hung up. It was getting late in the evening, and Sonia saw that it was getting dark fast, winter was fast approaching in most states by now.

She stepped inside, and there were the boys staring at the T.V, taking out their dinner, "Hey," Dean greeted her with a smile, "Who's that you were on the phone with," he asked.

"My mom," Sonia answered as she moved to get herself a bite to eat.

Dean hummed with interest, "So how is she?" He asked.

Sonia nodded, "She's good. She got a phone call from Rick and your dad," she said to them and as expected both of their heads snapped in her direction.

"Really? What'd they want? Did she tell you where they were," Sam seemed to ask all this in one breath.

Dean was just watching her with a firm stare.

Sonia sighed, "She didn't tell me where they were, she just told me that John came to see her and he was asking some bizarre questions, like about demons, and religion. Didn't even tell her where he was going. Personally, she believes that they're both onto something," she admitted, "And it's gotta be big."

Sam deflated instantly at that, but looked slightly more assured now and comforted by this bit of news. Dean was smug and confident looking as always – he knew his dad would be just fine it seemed.

The rest of the evening was spent eating takeout, watching some funny sitcom, trading and sharing laughs and stories, until Sonia started to get sleepy.

Conveniently, Sonia was sitting next to Dean so she had ended up falling asleep with her head resting against his shoulder, and eventually he started getting tired too. So ignoring Sam's smug, and amused stare, he picked Sonia up and carried her to the bed, he would be sleeping on and lied down next to her, tucking her close to him. To say that this was all new to him, was a big understatement; it felt foreign but good all at the same time – like taking a trip out of the country and into Europe. This was new and undiscovered territory but he liked it.

Soon he dozed off too, holding Sonia tightly in his arms. The whole evening he could vaguely hear his brother still watching the T.V.

The Next Morning…

[First Person POV]

The sleep that I'd gotten was the best I've ever gotten – there were no weird dreams or nightmares at all. I felt warm and safe; as I opened my eyes, I realized that I was being held. Looking over my shoulder I saw Dean holding onto me, and he looked just as well rested as I felt.

I thought about moving but his arms were still around me, holding me in place.

Not wanting to wake him up, I just decided to stay in place, and just lie there awake and enjoy this moment while it lasted.

This wasn't completely new to me, since I used to do this a lot before – just lie awake and stare at the ceiling or at a window or the bedside lamp, and just think.

I'd think about my mom, and wonder how she was doing, and hope that she was alright, and safe. I'd think about my brother, Rick, and all my relatives, aunt "Char" or Charlotte, (aka. Shark as my friends and I would joke behind her back), my cousins, Marlene, Jennet, Roy, Louise, and Denis, or I'd think about my grandparents, Lucile, and Rickard, or my uncle Lou. I thought about my childhood, and everything that I enjoyed in it, unless you count the hunting I hardly ever had a bad memory, except for when my dad aimed a gun at my head when I was 2, but that was almost 17 years ago, and I honestly don't think about it too much. I thought about the happier times; my school and social life, all the friends I had, all my crushes, the boys I had gone out with, my first kiss from my first date, with a guy named, Tyler, or was it Ryan? Then there was all the fun I had doing extra curricular activities, like auditioning for school plays, or working in the drama club, even writing out my own plays – I even wrote some of my own manuscripts and screenplays and my brother, and friends would rehearse it together and put on a show just for fun~

I remembered playing with my housekeeper's kids, there was Elsie, Isabelle, Callum and Laura. It was definitely different from the conventional hunter upbringing; that is until, we all started training.

My thoughts were interrupted when I hear the door opening, and footsteps echoing inside. I feel Dean stir beside me and instantly know he's awake – especially when I see him reaching for something.

We both look simultaneously, only to see Sam looking down at us, "Morning sunshine," he smiles crookedly, while holding breakfast, and coffee.

Dean grunts and slowly lets me go so I can sit up, "What time is it?"

"Uh it's about 5:45," Sam answers casually.

"In the morning," Dean groans tiredly.

"Don't think there's really much of a difference," I mumble wiping my eyes.

"Yeah," Sam answers the question.

"Where does the day go," Dean grumbles lifting himself up.

I get out of bed as he turns over, "Did you get any sleep last night," Dean asks Sam.

Sam nods, "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours."

"Liar," Dean mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep, "I was up at 3 and you were watching the George Foreman info-mercial," he stated.

Sam made up some excuse as I got up to head to the bathroom – last thing I heard was Dean asking Sam when he got sleep, as I shut the door.

I did my morning routine, including changing clothes, brushing my teeth, washing my face, then brushing my hair.

I came out and Dean and Sam were sitting across from each other chatting, "So none of this keeps you up at night?"

"Nope," Dean said calmly sipping his coffee.

Sam frowned, "You're never afraid?"

"Nah, never," he answered back immediately.

"And you Sonia?" Sam asked turning to look at me.

I only smiled and shrugged in response, "I'm human aren't I?" I answered cryptically with an adorable smile.

Sam sighed then reached under Dean's pillow and pulled out a silver looking hunting knife.

I blinked slowly, "Maybe I should rethink this whole sleeping arrangement," I murmured thoughtfully. Dean only smirked at me and shrugged his shoulders at me, then reached out and took the knife from his hand, "That's not fair. Neither of you are being fair here."

"That is precaution," he looked at us both as he explained.

"Alright whatever. Too tired argue," Sam surrendered, and I chuckled and went to check my stuff, to make sure I had everything in place – guess being a hunter made me paranoid.

That was when someone's cellphone rang, looks like it was Dean's cause he was the one who answered it, "Hello?" He asked after staring it hesitantly, obviously he didn't recognize the number.

I looked up at him curiously wondered who it could have been myself.

His face changed, to one of recognition, "Ah right up in Catasauqua, Pennsylvania. The poltergeist thing," he reminisced. "It's not back is it?"

It sounded like an old client to me, probably calling to thank him or something, I thought to myself.

I watched as Dean's brows drew together in concern, "Well, what is it?" Didn't sound like a thank you to me – sounded like this client was having more problems.

I watched as Sam chewed quietly on his breakfast the whole time quietly watching his brother tensely. Dean nodded, "Yeah, okay I'll see you soon then. Yeah I know where," he said quickly and hung up, "We gotta go," he looked at us.

"Well, who was it? Why?" I asked as I went to pack leftover belongings, and my weapons.

"It was an old client we helped back out in Pennsylvania, Jerry Panowski, it was a poltergeist problem but now it's something else, and he sounds really weird about it," Dean said as he grabbed his stuff and got dressed in a hurry, "He wants to talk to us in person."

With that we got packed and got into the Impala and drove off in the direction of Pennsylvania, with me as usual now, sitting in the backseat.

There was mild talk along the way, but mostly just listening to music, and me just relaxing in the back as Dean drove. But this time gave me the chance to admire the view from the back, mostly Dean's view, that is~

Girls can be pervs too~

We got to the airport hangar, where Jerry Panowski, a middle aged and slowly balding but nice looking man greeted us, "Glad you could make it this fast," he smiled then noticed me, "Friend of yours?"

"Yeah, she's in the same line of work, just helping us out," Dean explained.

I stepped forward, "Sonia," I introduced myself holding out my hand.

Jerry nodded and shook it, introducing himself to me and then to Sam and led us in, "Thanks for making the trip so quick. I oughta be doin' you guys the favor, not the other way around," he stated as he led us into the hangar room and down a path through the maintenance room.

He glanced at Sam, "Dean and your dad really helped me out."

"Yeah he told me it was a poltergeist," Sam remembered Dean's earlier conversation.

I nodded quietly looking around with interest.

I heard someone make a comment about a poltergeist and how much they loved the movie, as they walked past us, and gave me a wink. I would have been offended if only I didn't see this funny~

I couldn't stop the giggle from escaping my lips, especially when Jerry retorted, "Hey no one's talking to you, keep walking," Jerry sighed then once we were out of earshot, he continued the conversation with us, "Damn right it was a poltergeist. Practically tore our house apart," he mumbled.

"Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad," Jerry trailed off glancing back at Dean, "I probably wouldn't be alive," he admitted.

And almost right on cue, Dean shot Sam a smirk as the younger brother turned to look at him.

As he led us on and we followed, Jerry made some conversation with Sam, like how he was off at college, "Your dad said you were away at college right?"

"Yeah I was," he answered, "Taking some time off," he explained.

Jerry glanced back, as he commented, "Well he was real proud of you I could tell," he observed, "He talked about you all the time."

Sam raised his brows, "He did?"

"You're surprised," I answered his question with a question of my own with an impish smile as Dean and I shared a glance and he snickered.

"You bet he did," Jerry nodded honestly, then turned to glance at Dean who broke our brief stare, "Oh hey you know I tried to get a hold of him but I couldn't. How's he doin' anyway?"

"He's uh…wrapped up in a job right now," Dean replied quickly – at least that was the partial truth.

Jerry made some kind of lame joke about how the old man was traded evenly for Sam, which Dean laughed at, and even I shared this laugh except for Sam, who refused, "Nah, not by a longshot."

Jerry brushed off his comment instead, "Got something I want you guys to hear," he said and led us into another room.

It was the video and recording room, "I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley," he said and inserted a disk into the slot, of a voice recording machine of the cockpit voice recorder. "Normally I wouldn't have access to this," Jerry murmured, "It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia 2485. It was one of ours."

I leaned closer to listen better; it played all I could hear was the static, along with the mayday alert call, until the static drowned the voice out, then it turned almost electro-static, like there was interference, and then a loud static roar, like someone put a talking ham radio up to the microphone and it only created a loud and deafening cry. But someone was talking, and then it began to ring in my ears, and I heard it, a horrid and disgusting voice.

"NO…SURVIVORS!..."

I blinked, "What?" I whispered – that sounded really distinct and almost crystal clear.

"What, what?" Dean asked looking at me in concern, and I felt myself frowning, "You didn't hear that," I asked him slowly. It was so loud, how could he not hear it?

"Hear what? That noise just now you mean," Dean asked me curiously.

"But it spoke, just now," I frowned, "It wasn't a noise it was words," I said to him, "You didn't hear it?"

"Words?" Sam asked arching a brow at me; even Jerry was giving me a weird look, and suddenly I felt like I was going crazy.

"Never mind. Forget it." I murmured looking down, feeling embarrassed.

Dean nodded, "Fine…," he said slowly and reluctantly faced Jerry, as the recorder shut off.

Jerry shook his head, and lowered it, "Took off from here. Crashed about 200 miles south," he informed us, "Now they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why," he explained, "Over a 100 people on board, only 7 got out alive."

That last statement caught my attention – at least now I knew what it wanted, and that narrowed it down for me, which left me to come up with some quick theories of my own.

"The pilot was one," Jerry stated, "His name is Chuck Lambert, he's a good friend of mine," he admitted, "Chuck is uh… Well, he's pretty broken up about it," he confessed, "Like it was his fault," he added softly.

"Trust me…it wasn't," I hear myself say lowly, which earns a look from Jerry, one that I can only identify as empathy and thanks.

He just has no idea what I mean by that remark.

Sam nodded in agreement at what I said, "You don't think it was," he said understandingly.

"No," Jerry answered instantly, shaking his head. "I don't," he admitted.

Sam tapped his lips thoughtfully, "Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, uh, list of survivors," Sam listed until Dean interrupted, "And any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" He asked.

"The other stuff is no problem," Jerry answered honestly, "But the wreckage…fellas at NTSP have it locked down in an evidence warehouse," he said, "No way I got that kind of clearance."

Sam glanced at Dean, drawing his brows together, and I bit the inside of my cheek. Something in me felt a coil twist – I remembered the voice, and it chilled me, like nothing else ever had, and I suddenly felt skittish. This feeling felt like it was burrowing a hole in me, and I felt everything inside me sink, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just a regular haunting or poltergeist that we had faced, like the Woman in White, or Peter Sweeney's ghosts, or the anything else I encountered in the past…but someone I know might have…

My mom.

Dean nodded slowly, pressing his lips together in thought, "No problem," he said, and I knew then and there he was already making a plan.

We all left the airport hangar, and I was in such a hurry to get out.

"Sone'! What's up," Dean asked catching up to me, as Sam trailed after us, "You okay?" Sam asked as his dark eyes filled with concern.

I nodded, "Yeah of course why wouldn't I be," I replied quickly.

Dean shook his head, "What was that back there huh?" Sam only nodded in agreement, "You said something about hearing words on the recording? You mean the pilot's words," he asked.

Now I was facing both brothers, and they were cornering me, "Look guys, I was probably just crazy, I mean I stayed up late last night too," I went and opened the back passenger seat, only to have a hand come down on it and shut it before I could enter.

I whipped around and saw Dean, the owner of the hand, looking at me, his eyes brewing with care and concern, "Sony, talk to us. You know you can tell us," he stated, as his lips curved downwards with a frown.

Sam nodded sagely, "We are all working together," he pointed out.

Releasing a sigh, I looked down, "Look…I heard someone say something…when that roaring noise came on through the static. And no it wasn't the pilot," I said, "It was a different voice. And it wasn't human sounding," I admitted lowly.

Sam frowned, and Dean slowly pulled his hand away from the door, letting me open it now, "Well, what did it sound like?" Sam asked in concern.

Dean nodded, watching me as his lips puckered in a thoughtful frown, and I could see his eyes burn with questions, one of them probably being, how I could hear the voice or the words in the first place.

"Like…I don't even know how to explain it," I admitted as I opened the door and climbed in, Sam slowly climbed into the front passenger's seat.

"Well, just try," Sam asked me quietly.

"Like…a well, a demon," I answered, "It just sounded really malevolent. Evil. Like it was intent on harming someone just for kicks," I muttered.

"Ooo-kay…," Dean sounded sufficiently skeptic about this, "So just pure evil…So on a scale between poltergeist, and the Grudge, what kinda evil we talking about here?" He asked me using his usual movie references.

I felt myself smile a little at that, "Somewhere in between, not quite Grudge, but not like Poltergeist," I answer.

Dean and his movies~

We eventually stopped at a store called "Copy Jack," and Dean walked in to buy fake ids.

Sam and I waited outside, and soon Dean came out, "You've been in there forever," Sam complained.

Dean held up the fake passes, " You can't rush perfection," he pointed out.

"Homeland Security?" Sam asked as he took his id, while Dean handed mine to me, "That's pretty illegal," he remarked. "Even for us."

I shrugged, "It helps people sleep at night," I admitted with an adorable grin. Dean walked around the car, "Yeah well? It's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times," he flashed a grin at me, "And also what she said."

They both climbed in, as I slid into the backseat, and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the back of their seats to look at them.

"Alright so what do'ya got?" Dean asked Sam.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder," Sam stated, pointing out the obvious.

"Listen," Sam ordered as he reached and clicked the mouse on his laptop to replay the recording, and it was the same voice and same words that I had heard in the original recording.

"No survivors!"

It hissed.

"No survivors," Dean repeated, arching both brows, then stealing a dubious glance at me, "What's that supposed to mean, there was 7 survivors."

The whole time his eyes seemed to flick towards me, probably wondering how I could hear the words and know this from the start. Sam, who hadn't said anything, just shook his head, "You got me," he admitted.

Dean sighed and looked up thoughtfully, "So what're you thinkin'? A haunted flight," he suggested.

Sam stared ahead too, "There's a long history of spirits, and death omens on planes, and ships, like Phantom travelers," he explained, "Or uh, remember Flight 401?"

Dean nodded, "Right. The one that crashed, and the airline sent and put some of its parts in other planes, then the spirits of the pilot and the co-pilot haunted those flights," he remembered.

Sam nodded, "Right."

"Yup," Dean nodded in agreement, as I started making my up my own theories.

"Maybe we got a similar deal," Sam suggested.

"We can't really be sure," I murmured.

Dean nodded in agreement too, "Right so survivors. Which one do you wanna talk to first?"

"Third on the list. Max Jaffey," Sam pointed on the list.

"Why him," Dean asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here," Sam explained, "And two if anyone saw anything weird, he did."

I nodded my head slowly, "He's got a point."

Dean frowned as he looked up at him, "What makes you say that?"

Sam stared at the list, "Oh I spoke to his mother," he stated simply, "And she told me where to find him," he explained.

Mrs. Jaffey's direction had ended up leading us to Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital, which as Sam had pointed out, wasn't far from here.

We parked outside of it and went out to see Max, and finding him wasn't that hard. "Max Jaffey," I spoke up as we approached him, making him look up at us, "Yeah?" We were facing a young man with dark short curly hair, and light brown doe-like eyes.

"We're with Homeland Security and we'd like to speak to you about the flight, and what you went through," I explained as we stood beside him.

"I don't understand," Max frowned, "I already spoke with Homeland Security," he looked at all three of us, but stared at me a little too long. I glanced over at Sam and Dean, and the older brother looked less than happy, at Max's slight attention on me.

We got up and walked with him, as Dean took the ball from there, "Right, some new information has come up," he said, "So if you could just answer a couple questions?"

"Just before the plane went down," Sam started up, "Did you notice anything unusual?"

Max looked slightly frustrated but my guessing it was the adjusting to the cane that he was using to get around that was the problem, "Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises maybe," Dean listed off, "Voices?"

Max took a moment to look up at Dean, and looked away as he tried again to hobble-walk, "No, nothing," he said stiffly.

We found an outdoor table, and set of chairs and sat down together, as Dean hummed skeptically.

"Mr. Joffey," Dean started out casually, though Max didn't like that much, "Jaffey," he corrected him.

"Jaffey," Dean stated, "You checked yourself in here right?"

Max nodded once, and quickly.

Dean frowned and looked around, raising his brows, "Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash," Max pointed out obviously, and with a little attitude.

"Uh huh," Dean nodded slowly, "And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"

"I- I don't wanna talk about this anymore," Max declared stubbornly.

"See I think maybe you did see something up there," Dean persisted, but I laid my hand on his shoulder, "…," and nudged him but he wouldn't let up, as Sam glanced at him, "We need to know what?"

Max was facing away from Dean and turned back stubbornly, "No. No, I was delusional. Seeing things," he went on.

"More like in denial," I whispered to myself

Dean turned and looked at Sam, "He was seeing things," he repeated to him. He and Sam had a quiet exchange in which Sam pulled a face as Dean shook his head, then Sam turned back to Max, "It's okay. Then just tell us, what you thought you saw, please," he asked him in a calm voice.

I nodded, "Even if you believe you're hallucinating," I said softly.

Max glanced at me and bit his lip but glanced back at Sam and sighed, looking down at his lap, "There was this…," he hesitated, "Man…," he licked his bottom lip, "And uh, he had these," he started gesturing to his face, "eyes. These….black eyes," he said as his face scrunched slightly, "And I saw him…er, I thought I saw him," he corrected himself, "…..," he got quiet, and almost shaken to a point, that I reached out and touched his knee, "It's okay..," I whispered, "Go on, please."

Dean looked impatient especially at the small gesture, but brushed it off, "What," he asked quietly.

"He opened the emergency exit," he finished, looking up at Dean and I in disbelief. "That's….that's impossible," he added quickly in a stammer, "Right? I mean I looked it up, there's something like 2 tons of pressure on that door," he stated logically.

Dean looked at me and I just shrugged, and we both nodded slowly.

"This man," Sam said with interest, "Uh, did he seem to appear then disappear," he asked Max slowly, as the young man turned to look at him, "Rapidly? It would look something like a mirage," he added.

Max frowned at that, then let out a brief short scoff, "What are you? Nuts?" This earned a strange look from Sam, as Max went on impatiently, "He was a passenger, sitting right in front of me," he explained. This caused all three of us to look at each other. With that we got up and drove away from the hospital, and all I could think was how strange this was getting…

[Third Person]

The trio had left the hospital and went to their next stop, "So here we are," Sam stated, "George Phelps. Seat 20C," Sam murmured as Dean parked the car.

Dean just scoffed, as he got out of the car, "Man I don't care how strong you are," he shut the door beside him, "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight," he rested his elbows on top of the car.

Sam climbed out and closed the door, and Sonia echoed the gesture, "There are cases during extreme adrenaline, when a person seems to have extra strength and energy," Sonia pointed out.

Sam nodded, "Yeah but that's only if a person is angry or afraid," he pointed out, "Besides…," he shrugged slowly, "Not if you're human," he murmured.

Sonia glanced at him and frowned, "Well what else do we know can do that," she asked softly.

Sam slowly turned back to his partners, "Maybe this guy George was something else," he brought up, "A kind of creature maybe? In human form?" Sonia frowned at that thoughtfully, "Like a vampire or a werewolf? Some kind of demigod or entity?"

Sonia suddenly stopped as her voice trailed off for a moment thoughtfully, "…."

Dean shrugged, after glancing at Sonia, "Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" He gestured to the house behind them – typical Norman Rockwell environment.

"Doesn't look like any place a vampire or werewolf would stay at," Sonia remarked looking it up and down.

The trio all shrugged, walking to the front door, and were introduced to Mrs. Phelps, who led them inside. They sat in the living room, and Sam quietly picked up a photograph, "This is your late husband?" He asked softly.

Sonia sometimes envied Sam for getting so emphatic that he could get anyone to open up to him.

She nodded, "Yes, that was my George," she answered delicately – the woman sitting before them was pretty, with brunette chestnut hair, crinkling eyes, and smile lines around her mouth.

Dean took the ball from there, "And you said he was a dentist?"

Mrs. Phelps nodded slowly, "He was headed to a convention in Denver," she answered thinly. As Dean and Sonia exchanged a look which was soon shared with Sam, Mrs. Phelps continued, "Do you know that he was petrified to fly," she asked shakily.

Her mouth quivered, as she added softly, "For him to go like that," she trailed off, "…."

Sonia could see that George Phelp's death took a toll on his wife; she was still grieving him.

"How long were you married?" Sam asked carefully.

The older woman smiled with quivering lips, "Thirteen years," she reminisced fondly.

"And all that time," Sam stared out, "Did you ever notice anything…strange about him? Anything out of the ordinary?" The younger Winchester asked cautiously.

Dean turned his gaze back at her fluidly, as the widow frowned in thought, "Well…," Dean lifted his brow seeing her think this through, "He had acid reflux. If that's what you mean," she answered honestly.

Sonia smiled faintly and nodded at that, "Thank you that might help," she said to the wife, "Thank you for your time, but I think we should go now."

They bid Mrs. Phelps goodbye and started walking down the porch steps, "I mean it goes without saying, it just doesn't make any sense."

"What doesn't make sense, that the guy was as normal as they came or that he was able to open a 2-ton door," Sonia asked.

"Yeah, middle aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified," Dean agreed with Sonia, "You know what we need to do is get inside the NTSP warehouse, and check out the wreckage," Dean turned and faced both Sam and Sonia.

Sam sighed but nodded once, "Okay. But if we're gonna go that route, we need to look the part," he stated.

Sonia smiled, "I'm overdue for some shopping and retail therapy anyways," she smirked and walked off to the Impala.

With that said, they ended up at an upscale store called "Mort's for Style."

They walked out of there after getting suits – needless to say Sonia felt like she was in a movie of Men in Black. She walked out with a nice black business pencil skirt, a white fancy silk blouse, tie and buttoned up blazer. The store owner insisted that because Sonia had such nice and lovely legs, she should show them off; Dean couldn't agree more.

The trio walked out together, with Dean remarking how they looked like something out of the Blues Brothers, to which Sam disagreed with.

"He's right, you don't," the blond smiled, "You're just missing the hats, and sunglasses."

Dean gave a fake amused laugh, "Haha~ and besides look at yourself," he motioned to her attire.

"What about it," Sonia asked looking down at herself, "I look good," she smiled, "Make any joke you want, you know I look great unlike you handsome," she said with an impish grin.

"Yeah you look more like a 7th grader at his first dance," Sam remarked, which made Sonia burst into giggles, "It's the hair," she pointed out.

Dean looked down at himself and scowled, "I hate this thing," he grumbled and stalked back to his car.

"Oh lighten up sourpuss," Sonia grinned following him back.

"Hey," Sam chuckled, "You want into that warehouse or not?" Dean scowled, and Sam and Sonia both knew that Sam won the argument there.

From there getting in was a breeze, all they did was flash their badges, for Sonia it was extra easy since she just smiled batted her lashes and they let her in quickly. Dean, Sam, and Sonia walked into the warehouse and saw what was left of the airplane. It was completely half-scrapped.

On cue Dean whipped out the EVP device, and started turning it on, while Sam and Sonia looked around. "What is that," Sam asked.

"It's an EMF meter. It reads Electromagnetic frequencies," Dean explained.

"Yeah I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up Walkman," Sam asked.

Dean looked down, "Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade," he smirked. "Real proud of you there Dean," Sonia commented looking around, "I'm impressed."

Sam scoffed to himself, "Yeah. I can see that," he nodded slowly with a flat look, as Dean turned and started moving the device around.

They resumed the inspection and the whole time Sonia was going back on the details; this guy George Phelps, with ulcer conditions, and a fear of flying, opens a 2-ton door, that no ordinary human being alive can open, much less during flight, and next Sonia hears the voice on the cockpit recorder, when the others can't hear it and it's repeated on the EVP, and she ended up being right, that it wants no survivors, but Max Jaffey survives, and on top of all that…it only gets more suspicious, with Sonia's other additional senses. Last she checked Sonia could only remember one of many instances when she saw someone lift something heavy and big up…. It was her best friend and childhood playmate.

"Check out the emergency door handle," Dean's voice snapped Sonia out of her thoughts. Sounds like he found something.

Sonia and Sam moved closer to it as Dean touched the substance with his fingers and rubbed them together, "What is this stuff?"

"Only one way to find out," Sam murmured, fishing for a scalpel and small bottle.

Sonia watched as Dean frowned then wiped the substance off on Sam's shoulder, making Sonia giggle.

Dean turned and winked at her, which only made her grin.

Sam threw him an annoyed look and went back to the task at hand.

Suddenly all of them heard footsteps, "We need to leave," Sonia whispered urgently, and with that they were out the door.

They managed to sneak outside; that was when the alarm was sounded, and the three of them broke out into a run, and Sam and Dean had to climb over the door, and Sonia followed suit, with Dean's help, "You better not be looking at my ass," she grumbled.

"Normally I would if we're not being chased, but that's not the case right now," Dean quipped.

As they all climbed down Dean grabbed his blazer, "This monkey suit does come in handy," he grinned and they ran off to the Impala. With that they drove off right back to where Jerry was.

Sonia only felt like changing and letting down her hair, maybe putting on some sunglasses and wig – anything to hide from the real Homeland Security for the time being. All the while, Jerry observed the sample Sam had collected through a powerful microscope.

"Huh," Jerry hummed with interest, "This stuff is covered in sulfur."

Sam stared at him skeptically, "You sure?"

"Take a look yourself," Jerry motioned to him, "You fellas will excuse me I have an idiot to fire."

Sonia smiled, "The poltergeist loving one," she guessed adorably.

Jerry only smirked and walked out of the room.

With that Dean went to go take a look himself, "Hm, you know there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfur residue."

"Demonic possession," Sam guessed slowly.

"That would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up the emergency hatch," Dean admitted.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible," Sam conceded.

Dean just shook his head and made the remark and referenced poltergeist, but he had never heard or seen a demon possess someone just to crash an entire plane, "This goes way beyond floating above a bed, barfing pea soup, but to use a person to take down an entire plane?"

"You ever heard of something like this before," Sam asked him.

Dean shook his head slowly, "Never."

"What about you?" Sam turned to look at Sonia.

The blond only shook her head slowly, "Not to my knowledge….my mom might have though. But she never talked about it."

With that the boys frowned at each other and slowly left Jerry's office, "There's one thing I can't exactly figure out, well, actually a few things," Dean pointed out, "How'd you know what the voice was saying over the recording without the EVP, and how'd you even hear it," he asked her, "Last I checked no person I know can do that."

Sonia shrugged as they got into the car and drove away, "I don't even know how to explain it to you. I just….could do this since I was little I guess. See things and hear things," she admitted.

"What? Like a psychic?" Dean asked her with interest.

Sam looked interested, "Like the case with Lucas Barr," he whispered, "Maybe something happened that made you like this?" He suggested.

Sonia frowned a little at this, "Yeah maybe. But come on guys we got this thing to deal with for the time being," she said quickly not liking that the conversation was about her.

They both hummed in agreement, "Yeah," Dean agreed quickly and changed the subject, much to Sonia's relief.

As soon as they got to their motel room, Sonia went to change in the bathroom, into a pair of jeans, sneakers and white T-shirt, then came out, tying her hair back, "So what have you got Sam?"

"So every religion in every world culture, has the concept of demons, and demonic possessions, right? Christian, Native America," Sam listed off as Dean sat hunched over some books on the bed, while Sam sat at his laptop, "Hindu, you name it," Sam concluded.

Sonia nodded slowly, "Right," she answered steadily.

"Yeah but none of them describe anything like that," Dean clarified. Sam rebuffed that, "Well that's not exactly true, you see according to the Japanese belief, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and manmade," Sam quoted expertly.

"Like one can cause say tsunamis or mass fires," Sonia recalled, "Maybe even,…a destruction of an entire town. Like Pompeii," she remembered.

Sam nodded, "Right, one can cause earthquakes, another can cause disease," he went on.

"And this one causes plane crashes," Dean guessed raising his brows, as Sam sighed but didn't answer – that was answer enough for both Sonia and Dean.

Dean exhaled then looked down, "Alright so, what," he got to his feet and off the bed, "We have a demon that's evolved with the times, and it's a way to ratchet up the body count," he guessed again.

"Yeah," Sam whispered glancing back at the screen.

Sonia frowned and looked down, "Then it might have done this before," she murmured, to which Sam nodded, "Yeah…who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one..." he sighed glancing back at the screen, while Dean turned and shook his head at that.

Dean suddenly shook his head and let out a forced laugh, earning Sam's attention again, "What?"

Sam recognized when his brother had something on his mind, and by now Sonia did too; Dean really was an open book sometimes. The older Winchester scratched the back of his head, "I don't know man, this isn't our normal gig," he forced out a laugh.

Sonia shook her head at that, "Maybe not," she agreed, "But we know what's happening. Shouldn't we do something about it?"

Dean just shook his head, "I mean demons, they don't want anything. Just death and destruction for it's own sake, and this is big…I mean I wish dad was here," he suddenly admitted taking Sonia by surprise.

Sam just stared back at the screen, "Yeah…Me too," he whispered quietly.

Sonia looked down at that, "I wish my mom was here," she admitted boldly – if anyone knew anything about demons it was definitely Valerie.

That was when a cellphone rang, interrupting their thoughts. Dean flipped it open and answered, "Hello."

Sonia gazed at him, and bit her lip feeling anxiety gnaw at her insides; honestly she had never encountered demonic activity before, much less possession though Valerie, her grandparents, her dad, and her brother might have.

"Oh hi Jerry," Dean said then listened, and his face slowly became bleak, as his mouth fell open as he mouthed the words weakly, "Wha-? I'm sorry. What happened," he asked quickly, "Where'd this happen?" Sonia felt herself getting more nervous every second into this conversation now. Dean frowned, "I'll try ignore the irony in that. No nothing. Jerry hang in there alright? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said reassuringly, then hung up.

"Dean, what is it?" Sonia braved up and asked.

Sam stared up at him, "Another crash," he guessed.

"Yeah," Dean answered, "Let's go," he ordered.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Nazareth," Dean replied.

"S'that where the crash happened?" Sonia asked as she grabbed her coat.

Dean nodded, and started to get ready, "Yeah."

With that, they got ready and saddled up to drive to Nazareth, without much conversation, and Sonia once again sitting in the backseat. They made it there in 30 minutes, found the same sample on there that had been on the previous wreckage, bottled it and drove back to Jerry to have it analyzed.

"Sulfur," Dean asked, or more like guessed as he stood behind Jerry as he looked through the microscope.

Jerry lifted his head and nodded, and Dean sighed, "Oh…well, that's great," he huffed, then turned back to Sam and Sonia; Sam was seated at the desk while Sonia was standing and leaning back against it, "Alright so that's 2 plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert," he stated, "This demon sounds like it was after him."

Sam added, "With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, then that would be the good news."

Dean frowned, "What's the bad news?"

"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into flight, and get this, so did flight 2485," he stated.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean," Jerry asked looking at all their faces. Sonia shrugged, "It could mean something like biblical numerology, like a certain number that has some kind of significance like a countdown," she answered thoughtfully

"Exactly, like in Noah's arc it rained for 40 days. The number means death," Dean sighed looking from her to Sam.

"We went back, and there have been 6 plane crashes, in the past over the last decade that went down exactly 40 minutes in," Sam informed, as he gestured to the computer.

Dean raised his brows, "Any survivors," he inquired.

Sam shook his head, "No."

Sonia suddenly frowned, "No survivors?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah," he replied with a dragged out sigh, "Not until now at least. Not until flight 2485 for some reason."

"Until now," Sonia murmured, "Chuck Lambert survived the crash in the last one, then in the second one he didn't. Maybe it's not biblical anymore," she explained.

Dean gazed at her, "So you mean it's coming after the survivors? Like what? Like it's gotta vendetta or something?"

Sam nodded slowly, "The voice on the cockpit voice recorder. Remember what the voice said?"

Dean nodded once, "No survivors."

Sonia shook her head, "This thing whatever it is, it's on a mission. Max survived but as far as we know he won't be flying anytime soon, then there's Chuck Lambert, and now 5 other ones that survived," she concluded.

Dean licked his bottom lip in thought, "It's trying to finish the job," he murmured.

They left Jerry's office, and got back into the Impala, and Sam quickly grabbed his phone and started dialing the list of remaining survivors, making sure none of them would be flying, "Okay that takes care of Blayne Sanderson, and Denis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon."

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

Sam nodded, "Right. Her sister, Karen said her flight leaves at 8pm. It's her first night back on the job."

Dean sighed, "Uh that sounds like just our luck."

Sonia arched a brow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sam shook his head, "Dean this is a 5-hour drive even with you behind the wheel."

Dean just stared ahead at the road, "Why don't you call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can head her off the path," he suggested.

"I already left her like 3 voice messages, she must have turned her cellphone off," Sam sighed, scratching his head. "God, we're never gonna make it."

"She must be getting ready to board," Sonia murmured.

"We'll make it," Dean said firmly without missing a beat, and with that Dean sped up the car, driving at what Sonia could only guess might have been at least 80 miles per hour, and they made it to the airport, and ran inside. She ran after the brothers, looking around for Amanda Walker as they searched and navigated through the light clusters and crowds of people.

They caught sight of the flight schedule and Sam pointed, "Right there. They're boarding in 30 minutes," he said quickly.

"Looks like we got here in time," Sonia commented.

"Okay. Which means we still have some cards to play," Dean whispered, "We need to find a phone," he walked forward, with Sam and Sonia trailing after him.

Dean found a public phone and asked to be connected to Amanda Walker, as Sam and Sonia stood behind him, watching him.

Finally Sonia caught a blond flight attendant coming out and answering a phone, and Dean started to spin his con, "Miss Walker, hi this is Doctor James Headfield from Saint Francis Memorial Hospital," Dean started out, "We have a Karen Walker here." And naturally Amanda became worried and visibly distressed from what Sonia could guess from her posture and stance, "Nothing serious just a minor car accident, but she was injured so-," Dean was cut off, as he waited for Amanda to finish.

"You what?" Dean asked flatly.

There was a pause, and by now Sonia could tell Dean was caught in the lie, as he forced a smile, "Uh, must he some mistake," he stopped then let out a nervous short laugh, "Guilty as charged."

"He's really sorry," Dean said lamely, and now Sonia knew he was trying to fabricate one lie after another.

She looked around and couldn't stop the ominous feeling from blooming in her chest and curling inside of her. This whole situation was making her nervous – simply because there were more potential victims involved, and it was obvious to her, that this Disaster demon could jump in and possess anyone, from a passenger to a pilot.

"N-no wait Amanda. Amanda," Dean tried to get something out, but then pulled the phone away from his ear. She had hung up on him.

Dean slammed the phone onto the receiver and cursed, "Dammit. It was so close," he paced slightly back and forth, as Sam shook his head, "Alright it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane."

"Sounds good to me," Sonia said quickly.

"W-wait. Just hold on a second," Dean protested.

"Dean," Sam said seriously, "The plane is leaving with over a 100 passengers on board. And if we're right that plane's gonna crash," he stated.

"I know," Dean argued raising his brows, as well as the decibel in his tone to a high hiss.

"Okay then we're getting on that plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look I'll get the tickets, you and Sonia just go get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever'll make it through security, meet me back here in 5 minutes," Sam said in a collected but alert tone.

I looked over at Dean and saw an unusually tense expression that didn't belong on his face, "Dean?" Sonia touched his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked arching a brow at his tense posture.

Dean threw his arms up in a silent argument, hesitating before he talked, "No," he answered. "Not really."

"Why," Sonia asked raising her brows.

"What's wrong," Sam asked in concern and surprise.

Dean sighed loudly, "Well I kind of have this problem with uh….," he raised his hand up then brought it down and Sonia got the message, as did Sam, "Flying," they asked in unison.

"It's never been an issue until now," Dean argued.

Sam deadpanned, "You're joking right?" His eyes searched his brother warily.

Sonia shook her head, "Doesn't look like it," she murmured as she studied Dean's face.

"Does it look like I'm joking," Dean asked frantically and in a hushed panic. Sonia rubbed his shoulder, "Nope." She popped the p at the end.

"Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam," Dean snapped.

Sam just slowly shook his head, "Alright uh, I'll go," he offered.

"What?" Dean demanded.

"I'll do this one on my own," Sam explained.

"I can do it," Sonia offered.

"Are you two nuts," Dean hissed looking from one to the other, "You said so yourself the plane's gonna crash."

"Look guys, we're missing a third option here," Sonia intervened getting tired of this argument, "Unless there's any other way you two can think of?"

Dean knew he was outnumbered, and threw his arms up in surrender, "Man…."

The argument from there had been won, as Sam went to go get 3 tickets, while Sonia walked with Dean back to the car and they got the things they could smuggle through airport security, "You gonna be okay Dean?" The athletic petite blond girl asked him softly.

Dean loaded his bag then handed her bag to her, "Ye-no," he answered honestly but sarcastically.

"We'll be okay," Sonia said then approached him and leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. "And if you want I'll sit next to you on the flight," she assured him.

What could she say~? Dean grew on her. He stopped, and paused at her gesture but let her, "Thanks." He gave her a brief smile, and a nod as she pulled away.

They packed what they could Dean looked the car, and they made it past security, meeting Sam and getting their tickets and boarding the plane. Sonia was seated between the brothers, Dean was stiffly reading a pamphlet and Sam got the window seat.

Sam leaned over with a faint smirk, "Just try to relax," he said to him quietly.

"Just try to shut up," Dean snapped.

"How about we try and not kill each other," Sonia interrupted the two of them.

The plane started to tremble slightly; they slowly started to drive onto the runway and were about to lift upwards to take off.

Dean was glaring ahead uneasily, Sam was having fun at his expense clearly, though what he didn't know was that Dean was gripping at Sonia's hand, and refusing to let go, as he mentally cursed this demon, Sam, and ever answering Jerry's phone call, in every direction.

[First Person POV]

Flying had never been a source of entertainment for me as much as flying with Dean now was. I should drag him on a plane from now on~ When our lives weren't in danger at least. I didn't know what was more funnier – that he was afraid of flying or that he was humming Metallica under his nose.

And Sam just noticed now, "You're humming Metallica?" He asked him incredulously, and I gazed at him the engine started up, and they prepared for lift off.

"What can I do to calm you down?" I insisted, feeling that he was tensing up again.

I stopped when I felt something else, it was running up my hip and thigh, I looked down and saw that his hand was no longer holding onto mine, and that it was now wrapped around me.

That's when I felt one of Dean's hands slide underneath the jacket I was holding for him and give my thigh a squeeze.

Now I was the one slowly tensing up.

His hands were really starting to go places they shouldn't be, in my opinion, but I let him... For now..

He must have started to realize that I was slowly loosening up. All he hoped for now is I was enjoying it and honestly I was.

"That sometimes calms me down," Dean mumbled as he continued his groping. "S'this bothering you?" he asked me, feeling self conscious suddenly.

I shook her head, and bit my lip, "n-no," I said lowly.

"I can stop if you want," Dean asked me lowly.

I glanced at him, feeling my eyes slightly clouded over, "n-no.. Don't..." I whispered.

Sam arched a brow at Dean, "Dude…really?"

Dean stared at him flatly, "Yeah.."

Sam sighed, "Look man, I get you're nervous, but you gotta stay focused." Dean nodded quietly, "Okay." "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," Sam whispered. "If it's all the same, we need to do it in the air," I murmured looking between the two.

Dean huffed, "Yeah on a crowded plane that's gonna be easy," he quipped sarcastically.

"Just take it one step at a time alright," Sam advised, "You don't see her panicking," he motioned to me with his head.

I nodded, "Nothing to worry about here, just a matter of timing," I said calmly.

"Now," Sam started out with a nod, "Who is it possessing," he asked softly.

Dean thought for a moment; he theorized that it'd be someone with a weakness or an emotional distress. I nodded, "You're right, this thing wouldn't limit itself to just the pilots," I whispered to him as I watched Dean turn his head to look over at a flight attendant.

Sam agreed that it might have been Amanda, and just then a blond stewardess passed by us, and Dean got her attention, "Excuse me, are you Amanda?"

She smiled at him and shook her head, "No I'm not," she said pleasantly.

"Oh my mistake," Dean answered, and she nodded and continued her task. Dean turned and looked behind him and I followed his gaze curiously to see a girl with dark blond hair tied in a ponytail getting ready, "Okay well that's gotta be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her and I'll get a read on her mental state," I looked at him and so did Sam.

"What if she's already possessed," Sam asked, and I nodded in agreement with him.

"There's ways to test that," Dean answered after taking a pause – he bent down and opened his bag, revealing a bottle, "I brought Holy water."

Sam quickly snatched it and tucked it into his jacket, "No, I think we can go more subtle," he protested.

I nodded, "Sam's right Dean, there must be another way."

Sam nodded with me, "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God," he reasoned logically. I couldn't help but smile a little at the irony; nothing about what we were doing was logical would be a sane person's thoughts.

"Huh, nice," Dean said then undid his seatbelt, and got up to walk over to her, but Sam stopped him, "Hey." Dean turned back to him, "What?"

"Say it in Latin," Sam murmured.

Dean agreed until Sam stopped him again, making him hiss, "What?"

"In Latin it's Christo," Sam murmured.

"Dude I know I'm not an idiot," Dean snapped, and I only leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

As he walked off, I sighed and shook my head, "He'll be alright," I mumbled, and at that moment we hit some turbulence and the plane rumbled, "Maybe…," I added quickly.

The two of us waited, and Sam turned to look at me, "You don't seem scared," Sam observed.

I shook my head, "That's cause I'm not really thinking about it," I murmured.

"So you never get scared either?" Sam asked me with interest.

"Why would I be? Generations before me in my family probably tackled down worse," I whispered. And that was when Dean rejoined us.

"Alright well, she's gotta be the most well adjusted person on the planet," he said sarcastically. "Did you say it? Christo?" I asked softly, as Sam stared at him intently.

Dean nodded stubbornly, "Yeah there's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."

"So it can be anyone…anywhere," I murmured looking around at the passengers.

The plane rumbled again and Dean jumped, "C'mon that can't be normal!"

"Hey, hey it's just a little turbulence," Sam assured him.

"Sam this plane is going to crash so quit treating me like I'm freakin' four," Dean hissed.

"You need to calm down," Sam whispered calmly.

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

Sam disagreed, "Yes you can," he said lightly.

"Dude stow the touchy-feely, yoga crap-," Dean was cut off my Sam who warned him to be calm and quiet, "If you panic you're wide open for a demonic possession so you need to calm yourself down..!"

And at this point I had enough, "Dean if you don't calm down, you're gonna be the demon's target, we're not excluding anyone from the potential possession list, even ourselves. I'm scared too okay?" I said to him quietly, "So you need to calm down too. Just breathe," I whispered to him, and his eyes met mine.

The grope-fest didn't let up much but I felt his hand squeeze at my bum.

Dean leaned back and breathed out, and then inhaled and exhaled again, trying to calm himself down. Sam nodded, "Good," he said crisply, then went to get something out of his bag, "Now I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work," he explained, as he read the ritual name to us. I moved closer, "What is it Sam?" I whispered, and listened.

"What do we have to do," Dean asked listening with me.

Sam sighed, "It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body which makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful," he explained looking at us then back at the text.

Dean didn't seem to like the sound of that, "More powerful? How?" And instinctively he seemed to grab onto me again, and pull me closer than necessary. I felt like a stuffed animal.

"What do you mean?" I heard myself ask albeit a little nervously.

"Well it doesn't need to possess someone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on it's own," Sam explained, glancing back at us. Okay that's not good…

And Dean seemed to be reading my thoughts cause he voiced it, "Oh, and why is that a good thing?"

Sam looked back at the text, "Well, because the second part, sends the bastard back to Hell once and for all," he finished, and turning back to face us.

I looked between the brothers then heard Dean mutter, "First thing's first, we gotta find it."

We both nodded then I remembered, "Dean," I asked, "You still got that EMF thing?" Dean blinked and the same idea must have reached him as well, "Yeah," he grabbed it then got up.

I managed to pull herself together, and stopped him, "Wait," putting my own hand over his, giving it a squeeze, "if we pull this off, there's something I want to ask from you..." I whispered to Dean.

Dean nodded, "Okay, anything."

"After this I'll owe you big."

I nodded, leaning over kissing him deeply. It was rather obvious what I wanted now.

He kissed me back, leaning into it.

I smirked against his lips, "but only if we pull this job off," I teased, nipping at his lips.

Dean smirked against my lips, "You got it.

"Because as much as you want me, I want you as well," I admitted in a low whisper.

Dean nodded and pressed his brow against mine, "Well I won't deny that," he murmured against my lips. I don't think I'd ever get tired of what kissing him felt like to me.

He soon got up and walked to go do his job, and I smiled to myself – at least he was distracted now.

As Dean started to scan the plane…and the passengers, I watched him and looked at them all. No suspicious behavior so far. Then I glanced back at my watch, and nudged Sam, and pointed to it. He nodded and went to get up, "Switch seats. Move closer."

I nodded and moved inconspicuously to the third seat from the window, and watched them. He grabbed Dean's shoulder surprising him, then they whispered something to each other.

Suddenly I notice them both stiffen and they're both staring in the same direction, so I go to move closer, "Guys," I whisper, Sam moved his other hand, the one not holding his brother's shoulder and grabbed a hold of mine.

I looked down at the EMF and saw it flashing red lights, and looked up when someone came out of the lavatory. It was a co-pilot… "What is it," I heard Sam murmur.

"Christo," Dean said quietly but clearly.

The man paused and flinched visibly then turned and looked at us with pitch black eyes. It was here… He glared at us and then turned back and locked the door of the cockpit.

"We need to tell Amanda," I mutter softly, and I spot her and begin to walk towards her, Dean made a noise of agreement.

"She's never gonna believe this," Sam grumbled.

"Twelve minutes dude," Dean snapped.

We got to Amanda who was taking care of a specific task before she noticed us standing in the doorway, then smiled, "Oh hi, flight's not too bumpy for you I hope," she approached us. I smiled back at her faintly as Dean replied, "Actually that's kind of what we need to talk to you about."

Sam and I closed the curtains so we wouldn't be interrupted. "Um okay, what can I do for you," she asked looking at all three of us pleasantly.

Dean looked her then at us, "Alright this is gonna sound nuts, we just don't have time for the whole truth is out there speech b-," Sam interrupted him, "Alright, look we know you were on Flight 2485."

Amanda gave a faint frown looking at us all, "Who are you guys?"

"Someone who can help," I answered softly.

"We've spoken to some of the other survivors," Sam started out cautiously, "We know something brought down that plane and we know it wasn't mechanical failure."

"And we need your help, because we need to stop it from happening again, here," Dean said firmly.

Amanda then seemed to shut down in front of us, "Uh, I'm sorry I'm very busy I have to-"

She was about to leave but Dean stopped her, "Woah, wait a second," he stopped and she stepped back, "I'm not gonna hurt you okay? But listen the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert," he brought up, "He's dead."

Amanda shook her head at that, and I intervened, "It's true…he died on another flight," I murmured, which made her stared at me.

"What? What? Chuck is dead," she looked at us incredulously, her voice rising in a slow panic.

"He died in a plane crash," Dean nodded backing up my claim, "Now that's two plane crashes in 2 months, that doesn't strike you as strange?"

Amanda looked torn at that, as she tried to find something to say.

"Look there was something wrong with 2485, now maybe you sensed it maybe you didn't but there's something wrong with this one too," Sam entreated her.

Dean looked at her pleadingly, "Amanda you have to believe us," he implored.

"We're telling the truth, Amanda please. You can tell something's wrong here can't you? There was something wrong, like a person maybe? A man? Their behavior," I pleaded to her.

And her eyes met mine and she faltered now – she believed us. She rubbed her brow, and exhaled, "On…on 2485, there was this-this man. He uh, had these eyes," she looked at all of us, and I nodded, "That's it," I said instantly.

"Yes that's exactly what we're talking about," Sam said with me.

"Well I don't understand, what are you asking me to do," she looked at all of us anxiously.

"Go get the co-pilot, we need you to bring him back here," Dean said to her firmly.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything," she questioned shrewdly.

"We don't have time to explain, we just need to talk to him," Dean replied quickly. I nodded, "Please Amanda," I begged softly. "Well, how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and ask-," Amanda panicked, until Sam interrupted her, "Whatever it takes just do whatever it takes," he said to her.

"Like something broke or whatever that'll bring him back here," I offered helpfully. She gave us a look, "You know that I could lose my job, if-," this time Dean interrupted her. "You could lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out," he whispered in a panic. I looked down at my watch, and we were running out of time, we only had 5 minutes left.

Amanda looked at us and pursed her lips together but breathed and nodded, "Okay…," with that she stepped out and went to get him, and I felt myself exhale at that.

We all moved to peak out from behind the curtain to see what was happening. Amanda knocked on the door, and the co-pilot answered it. I could see her saying something to him; he said something back, his lips moving fluidly, and she raised her hand up gesticulating probably to go along with what she said.

I then saw her leading him to us and reached into my pocket to feel for a vial of salt, that I snagged from my bag, whilst Dean handed Sam John's journal. Dean peeked through the slit of the curtain and stepped back, and Sam and I followed his example, and waited to get the jump on this demon.

"Now what's the problem," the demonically possessed co-pilot came in only to be punched in the face and ambushed by Dean. He pinned the man down on the ground and taped his mouth shut, while I stayed by Sam and Amanda.

"Wait! What are you doing? You said you were just going to talk to him," Amanda panicked. I touched her shoulder moving her back slightly, as Dean scoffed. "We are gonna talk to him." Sam poured the holy water over the co-pilot, who groaned and yelled from behind the tape, I put my arm in front of Amanda and moved a little in front of her. It looked like acid burning through the skin to me, as smoke rose from the wounds. I glanced over at Amanda and saw her freaking out, as she saw the wounds. Sam turned to her, and chided to her, "Look we need you calm," he tried to reassure her, and keep her calm, "Don't let anybody in, can you do that?"

"I-I…" She stammered, as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Amanda," I said calmly, as did Sam, and she nodded frantically, "Okay, okay," she walked back out and I slid the curtain closed, and stood by it, "Sam, Dean," I motioned with my hand for them to carry on.

"Hurry up Sam, I don't know how much longer I can hold him off," Dean grunted as he swung another punch at him, and I pulled my vial of salt out. Sam started to recite the exorcism.

The demon shoved the bottle out of Sam's hand knocking it and pushed Sam and Dean back, ripping off the tape from his mouth and I sprinted into action and threw the salt in his face, it hissed and shoved at me. Dean jumped back on him and pinned him down completely with the weight of his own body, and Sam picked up the journal and kept reading.

The demon pushed Dean off of him, and grabbed Sam by the collar, "I know about your girlfriend. She must have died screaming. Even now she's burning," it hissed, and I grabbed his head and shoved the salt into his mouth, "Shut up!" I spat.

It shrieked and grunted, then Dean jumped on him and punched him hard, "Sam," Dean snapped. I looked at him and the damage was done, Sam was going to enjoy this next part.

"I got him," Sam finished the exorcism and we all pinned him down. I watched as a wispy black cloud smoked out of the man's mouth and out through an air duct.

"It's in the flight, hurry up we gotta finish it," Dean urged Sam to go get the book which was kicked away from us.

That was when I felt the gravity shift and I landed back onto my rump, and saw Dean do the same. We were falling!

It must have been an even worse calamity out there, I could hear shuffling and crashing and then stumbling and saw Dean attempting to stand only to be shoved back by the force of our fall. I heard yelps and shrieks and grunts only to realize they were coming from my own mouth, I felt a hand grab mine and looked up to see Dean attempting to either pull me up or pull me to him to protect me.

Nevertheless I moved and collided into him, as he sloppily caught me. I could hear yelling and hollering and looked up to see that it was coming from Dean.

It also didn't register to me that I was screaming too, as I struggled to hold onto something as the lights went on and off.

And by the shift in gravity now, I could tell we were doing a nose dive, there was a strange ringing in my ears, and for a moment I felt like I was deaf, and couldn't hear anything, but the roaring and murmuring of the terrified yells and shrieks outside, not even my own voice – I was thinking of my mom, and my brother, my grandparents, and my friends, and I could hear myself begging within my soul that this wouldn't be the end.

I wasn't sure what was happening now until I saw a flash of light…or lightning I wasn't entirely sure what that was, but suddenly I felt warm, and thought I saw a light reaching out to me, and the ringing in my ears got louder, until it sounded like bells, until it was almost like a voice. I have you now.

Following that came a terrifying hissing shriek, from what I could tell was the demon's.

And then. Nothing. I blinked at that, and touched my own ears wondering if I really heard that. And then suddenly it all stopped, and at that moment, I could feel us straighten out, and the danger was averted. We were going to be okay now.

We were safe.

I looked up at Dean and could have almost laughed at the face he made, or if I had noticed our close proximity I would have blushed, but instead, I just gave a short laugh and threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, which he returned practically in relief. I went and pulled Dean carefully to his feet, giving him a hug, "We're okay.. we'll be fine.." I cooed quietly.

I felt him level out his breathing and calm down.

Our flight smoothed out and resumed its normal flow. It was over and we were going to be okay now~

Dean helped pull me up, but was still holding my hand then looked at me, and led me out of there, we came out from behind the curtains, and looked around, the passengers were all right.

Some were relieved, and some were pretty shaken, like Dean, I looked over and saw a thin ray of light, and the ringing in my ears had dulled to almost nothing, I looked up at Dean, then at Sam, and was pretty sure, that neither him nor his brother had heard what I had.

Some time had passed but we landed, it didn't seem like the co-pilot remembered much of anything throughout the possession, or so he claimed. He probably didn't even remember getting on the flight.

I was standing by Sam and Dean as we watched Amanda give her testimony, and it looked like she was covering for us.

She then looked up at us and mouthed a thank you to all of us and smiled faintly. I felt myself smile back at her, Dean and Sam both nodded at her, and returned the smile.

Dean then turned and made his way past us, "Let's get outta here," he mumbled.

I followed after him and so did Sam, who had been quiet since the rest of the flight, "Sam?" I asked him.

"You okay," Dean asked huskily.

Sam walked in front of us then stopped, "Dean, Sonia. It knew, about Jessica," he said tersely.

"It was lying, Sam…it knew it would get to you," I whispered.

"She's right these things they read minds they lie," Dean agreed with me, "Alright that's all it was."

Sam breathed through his nose, "Yeah…," he whispered.

I reached out and patted his shoulder, "…." I found myself wishing I could say more to him to convince him otherwise, but I knew the brewing doubts in his head already.

"C'mon," Dean murmured, and brushed past Sam, I pulled my hand away and followed after him, soon Sam followed us. We met up with Jerry again, who thanked us and congratulated us, "Nobody knows what you guys did but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." He held his hand out to Sam and shook it then to me and then to Dean, "Your dad's gonna be real proud," he smiled at them, and at me.

He was beyond grateful for what the team did, "We didn't do much. It was actually mostly Sammy," I praised my friend.

Sam smiled quietly, "It was really nothing."

"See ya' around Jerry," Sam nodded with a forced half smile.

Jerry nodded and started to walk away, the same way we started to get into the Impala, until Dean remembered something, "Hey Jerry. I meant to ask you, how'd you get my cellphone number anyway? I've only had it for like 6 months."

"Your dad gave it to me," Jerry answered simply.

"What," Sam turned and looked at him.

From what I could see both of the brothers looked shocked by these news.

"Why didn't you talk to him," Dean asked.

"Well I didn't exactly talk to him," Jerry explained, "I called his number his voicemail said to give you a call," he nodded.

When neither of us said anything Jerry smiled, "Thanks again guys," and with that he walked away.

With that we drove away, and parked somewhere off the highway road, "This doesn't make any sense man, I mean I called dad's number like 50 times, it's been outta service," Sam shook his head, as I watched Dean dial the number.

Dean reached John's voicemail and it was exactly like Jerry had said, John did leave Dean's number as an emergency contact.

My eyes skirted over to Sam, and I saw his face turn hard – he got up from the car and stalked to the passenger side door and slid in angrily. Dean and I shared a glance, and I put my hand on his shoulder in comfort, "I know this isn't the time or the place to say this, but I just wanted to say…," I paused, "That you were really brave up there on that plane…I'm proud of you Dean."

Dean gave me a little smile as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket, "Thanks…" he got up and leaned forward pressing a kiss to my brow. I braved up, not really caring if Sam could see us from the rear view mirror, and leaned forward and kissed Dean square on his lips.

He kissed back and tangled his fingers in my hair, then pulled away, and gave me a light smile, "C'mon," he said.

"Dean," I suddenly said making him glance at me, "Yeah?" He asked.

"When you were up there….when the flight smoothed out," I started up, and wanted to ask him if he heard that same voice that I did in my head.

I stopped myself, and shook my head, "Nothing, never mind. I'm just tired..," I mumbled.

He nodded and went to the driver's side.

With that I climbed into the backseat of the impala and Dean got behind the wheel. I leaned my head back against the seat as he revved up the engine, and with that we drove off.

But I didn't much like the quiet that surrounded us now – Sam was angry…angrier than before, Dean was…Dean, and I had no idea, what I just stumbled upon, or just how big this was.

[Third Person]

Dean wasn't exactly sure how to feel about all this – Sam was pissed that much was clear, and Sonia was…still herself. When they got to a motel stop they agreed on 2 rooms, since Sam probably needed some time to cool off.

And the last thing Sonia wanted was to be breaking up another fight.

Sonia walked with Sam to his room, "Please get some sleep. You'll need it. Or I'll lock you in," she warned him playfully.

Sam exhaled, "Alright, Alright," he mumbled.

She nodded then walked with Dean to a room for the two of them, "You didn't change your mind did you?"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not one bit," he smirked at Sonia, as she moved closer to him.

"Good," she murmured and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, "I was thinking you changed your mind after that news about your dad," she moved her lips lower kissing down and along his jawline.

"Opposite. I feel like celebrating," Dean smirked letting his hands roam down along her back.

"Good," Sonia smirked and slipped her hands under his shirt.

He went and pulled his shirt off and moved on top of her – for her it felt almost surreal; the touches, the groping, and caressing. The pain didn't even register, until she felt him slip inside of her, making her jerk in surprise and pain. But it seemed miniscule, after the bliss that followed. From Dean snapping his hips back and forth, to his greedy mouth and tongue. To her it felt rough, needy almost, and hungry, with both of them craving and yearning for more. And then it was over, and Sonia found herself moving closer to Dean's body for warmth. He surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him

Sonia curled up against him wrapping her arms around his waist and closing her eyes sleepily. Usually that would be it for Dean. He would leave and sneak out on the girl, but this felt different. Sonia's blonde curls were spread on her side of the pillow, and she was peacefully asleep. Dean tightened his arms around her and joined her.