And by popular request (meaning the whole two of you, Karen Winchester and emelie0204) here is yet another chapter! Sorry it's so short, but it flowed better stopping here. Thank y'all for your reviews!

Dean threw his phone across the motel in frustration. His dad still wasn't answering his phone, and it was making Dean angry. Did he really not care about Sam? Was he too wrapped up trying to find mom's killer that his son's welfare wasn't on his radar?

Fine. If dad wanted to be left out, that was fine with Dean. He would just find Sammy on his own. Opening Sam's laptop, Dean searched for the location of the plane crash and where the current rubble was. If Sammy was still alive - which Dean knew he was - he would've left behind some sort of clue as to where the demon took him or where he crawled off to, injured, into the woods.

Dean felt a twinge of pain in his heart thinking about Sam being injured. This was all his fault. Why couldn't he have gotten over his fear and boarded the plane? Who knows what kind of help he could've been? Sammy could be lying in a cave, leg shredded, right now and it was all Dean's fault. No. Dean can't afford to think like that right now. Sam needed help ASAP, and in order to help him, Dean needed to get moving.

Sam opened his eyes to see dark clouds overhead, and, as he lay there listening, he thought the woods seemed eerily calm. Only the faintest of noises could be heard, the insects and animals seeming to hold their breath. Sitting up, Sam saw the clouds were not actually clouds but a plume of smoke coming from somewhere to his left.

Sam stood up and cautiously started to walk towards the source of the smoke when a loud explosion sounded. Sam jumped, startled. He started to run towards the explosion when a voice sounded behind him.

"You can't do anything to help them, Sam."

Sam stopped dead in his tracks. Turning around, he saw a woman leaning against a tree, her curly black hair blowing in the slight breeze. "Who are you? And what the hell are you doing here?"

The woman smirked. "I'm Billie, and I'm here to bring you were you belong."

Sam was wary. Where he belonged? What was that supposed to mean? Was she a fellow hunter? Her brown leather jacket didn't show signs of wear and tear, so probably not. She looked pretty nice, as strangers you happen upon in the woods go.

Screams sounded behind Sam and caused him to turn.

Billie snapped her fingers, and the screams stopped. Everything stopped. The wind stopped, the few noises coming from the woods stopped, even the leaves currently falling stopped falling mid-air.

"What are you?" Sam turned on Billie, wishing he had a gun with him. It was then that Sam saw the broken body lying behind her. "What?"

Billie smiled. "I'm your Reaper, Sam. I'm here to take you to heaven."

"Homeland Security, I need to see the wreckage." Dean flashed his badge at the guy behind the counter. The guy gave Dean a passing glance and let him in.

Dean walked around the plane slowly, fear slipping in. The wreckage was tremendous, and Dean was worried Sam might've not made it out alive. As much as Dean hated to admit it, he didn't think anyone could survive this crash. The fuselage was ripped in half, the tail was in four different pieces, the engines were completely charred, and the cockpit was smashed into an unidentified mass.

A voice from behind Dean made him jump. "This isn't looking too good for Sammy."

Dean was shocked. Standing in a suit in front of him was his dad. "D-dad? Wha- why are you... I mean, you didn't..." Dean was at a loss for words. His dad's been off the radar for weeks and now he just pops up? He didn't even answer Dean's phone calls!

John held up a hand, stopping Dean's blubbering. "I know I have a lot to explain, but right now we need to examine the airplane. What do we know so far?"

Dean turned back to the mess behind him, his mask of professionalism slipping into place. "The exterior damage is extensive, although most of it, if not all of it, happened after the plane crashed. The demon who took this plane down had to have gone straight to the controls and shut them down."

"I checked with the flight manifest and talked my way into seeing photographs of the wreck someone had taken on site." John cleared his throat. "Sam was sitting in the middle of the plane, about one row back from where the plane split."

Silence filled the space between the two men. What else was there to say? Sam's odds were slim at best.

Dean was the first to break the silence. "Uh, well, we better get out of here before the real Homeland Security shows up. Me and Sam, we almost got caught looking at the last wreck."

John nodded, and they left without taking another look back.