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Chapter 6: Phantom Traveler Part 1
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed. It was nearing three am. I shook my head and finally just got up and put some jeans on. It was the fourth night that I hadn't been sleeping all the way through. And as long as the boys thought I was getting a full night, it was good enough for me. I didn't need to worry them with my insomnia, and that's probably all it was. I took a walk outside for a while and waited for it to get around five and showed back up at the motel again. Sam wasn't there and Dean was face down in a pillow. Sam probably went out to get coffee and I hope he didn't grab breakfast as well.
"What are you doing up?" Dean asked, rolling around to lie on his back. Damn, I hated to admit it, but the boy did look nice with just a t-shirt and boxers on.
"Making breakfast." I said motioning to the bag.
Dean grimaced. "Ya know, I don't think food from the diner last night heated up can be considered breakfast."
I smiled throwing the bag at him. He caught it easily and looked inside. "Good think I grabbed it at the gas station this morning."
Dean pulled out a microwavable hash brown and sniffed it before popping it into his mouth. "And what time did you get this?"
I shrugged. "A little while ago."
Dean shook his head. "You lie as badly as Sam does."
Luckily Sam chose that moment to walk into the room. He smiled at me and handed me a coffee and Dean one also.
"Morning." He said.
"What time is it?" Dean asked suddenly curious.
"It's about 5:45." Sam said glancing at the clock.
He looked at us and at the digital clock like we were lying to him. "In the morning?"
"No, at night." I said sarcastically gaining a glare. I went over to sit next to him. "Ya know I should just place a sheet over top of the clock. That way you'd never know what time it is."
Dean ignored me and I smiled. That just meant he couldn't think of a good comeback. He'd think of one later and start the same conversation over again.
"Did you get any sleep last night?"
Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." Sam lied.
Dean called him right out on it. "Liar. 'Cause I woke up at three and you were watching' the George Foreman infomercial. Both of you were." He said now looking at me. "What is it with you two and not getting any sleep?"
"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV." Sam covered. I'd told Sam why I hadn't been sleeping much and I'm glad he hadn't told Dean. All he would do is get big brother on me and make me sleep during a hunt and I didn't want that. I didn't see him as my brother either.
Dean just looked at him. And Sam caved, at least for his part. "I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it is." Dean said nudging me.
I rolled my eyes. "You're not my father Dean and I'm fine." Although the edge in my voice was just proving his point.
"And we appreciate your concern—" Sam started trying not to start anything between Dean and me.
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you." Dean said nonchalantly looking at us both. "It's both of your jobs to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp."
I rolled my eyes and Sam shrugged. Dean took a sip of coffee and looked at Sam seriously. "You still havin' nightmares about Jess?"
Sam sat down on the bed opposite of us. "Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job—man, it gets to you."
"Well, you can't let it. You can't bring it home like that."
"How the hell are you not supposed to do that?" I asked. "This job cost us our family members, people we care about. How are we just supposed to let it go like that?"
Dean really made me angry sometimes. Especially when he acted like this job never scared the hell out of him. It was bullshit and we knew he was full of it. But he still did it. He really knew how to make me angry.
"So, what…" Sam asked. "All this—it never keeps you up at night?"
Dean just shook my head and I sighed heavily. "Never? You're never afraid?" I asked unconvinced.
"No, not really."
Sam and I locked eyes and I nodded reaching to pull something out from under Dean's pillow. I twirled the knife in my hands and Sam smiled. Dean looked from the knife to me and took it back.
"That's not fear. That is precaution." He said and I rolled my eyes.
"Pretty big knife for being a precaution."
Sam shook his head at Dean. "Whatever. I'm too tired to argue."
Dean's cell started to ring and he reached over me to get it. I started day dreaming as he did. How did he smell that good from just waking up? Damn…was I in trouble.
"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" Dean asked. That snapped me from my thoughts.
I couldn't hear the guys answer but Dean's face looked relieved so I figured everything was okay.
"What is it?" Dean asked. The question was answered and Dean nodded. "Yeah alright, we'll meet you there."
Dean hung up and looked at Sam. "This guy dad and I helped out, Jerry Panowski, he needs to talk to us in person."
"Alright let me get a shower." I said standing.
"Oh, you're not going." Dean said.
I whipped my head right back around. "What? What do you mean I'm not going?"
Dean shrugged. "Until you tell me why you haven't been sleeping, you're getting some rest."
"Sam hasn't been sleeping either and you're not putting him on probation." I said angrily pointing to Sam. I didn't mean to point Sam out like that but it was true.
"Just let her come Dean." Sam said trying to keep the peace.
Dean shook his head, stubborn as a mule. A self righteous stupid mule. "Stay here."
"I can not believe you!" I didn't mean to scream either. It was nearing six and people in the other rooms were still asleep I'm sure. "I'm tired of you treating me like I can't do this job. Like all of a sudden because Sam's here, I'm not a part of this anymore."
"That has nothing to do with it and you know it." Dean said trying to keep his own cool in check.
"Whatever." I wasn't talking to him now. Not until he saw me as an actual adult. I went into the bathroom and slammed the door. I wasn't coming out and I wasn't telling them goodbye. I leaned against the sink and crossed my arms over my chest; not saying goodbye was something I was good at.
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They picked me up after they talked to Jerry. It had been at least two hours later. Sam explained everything that I missed but I just sat in the back and refused to answer him. Which I started to feel bad about, this wasn't Sam's fault.
"So what are thinking? A spirit?" I asked looking at Sam.
He shrugged. "Could be. Something made the plane crash and there was EVP on the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485."
"Where are we heading to now?"
"Sit back and enjoy the ride." Dean said shortly.
"And like that chick Rihanna said, just shut up and drive Dean." I snapped.
Sam turned and answered me. "Getting ID's to see the wreckage."
I nodded and looked out the window. I was coming with them. I sure to hell hope they knew that.
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While Sam and I stood outside against the Impala, Dean finally came outside holding ID's in his hands.
"You've been in there forever." Sam said.
Dean handed us the cards. "You can't rush perfection."
"Especially if you're anything but perfect." I muttered.
Dean turned to retort but Sam interrupted. "Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us."
"Yeah, well, it's somethin' new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said and everyone piled back into the car. "All right, so, what do you got?"
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." I said.
"Yeah, really? Couldn't have figured that." Dean said sarcastically.
"Whatever." I muttered sitting back in the seat. I couldn't stand Dean when he was like this. When he was an ignorant ass. He hardly ever was and I didn't want to deal with it.
"Listen." Sam said playing the audio on his laptop. After a moment of static and broken words a screeching voice called out 'no survivors.'
"No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean asked.
"Maybe there wasn't supposed to be any." I muttered but I knew no one heard me. Neither of them heard what I said when they were in full work mode.
"So, what are you thinkin'? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam said looking back at me for a moment. "Or, remember Flight 401?"
"Right—the one that crashed, then the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights."
"Right. So what survivor you want to talk to first?" Sam asked.
Dean shrugged and Sam looked back at me. "Andy?"
"Third on the list—Max Jaffey." I said.
"Why him?" Dean asked. I knew the only reason he was having a problem was because he was pissed with me. Pissed because I wouldn't follow in line like he asked. I didn't want him to treat me like I was his seven year old sister.
"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." I answered.
"What makes you say that?" Again with the question. His voice wasn't as annoyed now, not that it irritated me any less.
"Well, Sam spoke to his mother, and she told us where to find him."
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We headed out to Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital and Max spoke with us.
"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." He said coming to a table and sitting down. We sat down around him.
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions…" Dean said ready to prod him with questions.
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" I asked.
"Like what?" he asked.
"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe….voices?" Dean added. He sounded crazier than Jaffey did.
"No, nothing." He answered looking at Dean oddly.
"You checked yourself in here, right? Can I ask why?" I asked.
"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." He was irritated and I suspected it was mostly because of my question so I just let Sam take over.
"And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?"
"I was delusional—seeing things."
"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please."
He paused but then nodded. Way to go Sam, glad he had the puppy look. Because Dean was rough, he'd never be able to get stuff out of people like Sam could. "There was….this….man. And, uh, he had these black eyes. He opened the emergency exit. But that's….that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's somethin' like two tons of pressure on that door."
"And what did this guy look like?" I asked, trying to keep the supernatural down to minimum.
"Like any other normal guy. He sat in the seat behind me."
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"Here we are—George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam said looking out the window at the house.
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are. Even yoked up on PCP or somethin', no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean said getting out of the car.
"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy, George, was somethin' else—a creature maybe, in human form?" I asked, pushing the door closed.
"That look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean gestured to the house and I shrugged.
"Maybe it looks more threatening at night?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Who knew blue roof tiles and white picket fences could be so threatening."
"You know what I suddenly don't feel very well, I'm gonna sit this one out." I said climbing back into the car. Sam turned around on the steps and Dean didn't even stop. He continued right on up the stairs and waited for Sam.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked.
I nodded looking at Dean. "Yeah definitely."
They were just asking routine questions anyway, I could miss that. Plus Sam would tell me if I missed anything important. But I was pretty sure that if I would have gone into there with Dean, we would have started fighting. I just wanted it to stop; I missed him. Fooling around, making fun of really bad television, arguing over who got the last taco in the food plate we ended up ordering at diners. I just missed him. I was selfish that way.
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