AN: Hello everyone.
This is chapter 10th of my fic hope you enjoy it.
A Bloody Red Dawn And A New Beginning.
Chapter 10 Phantom Traveler
A/N here you are the long and overdue chapters 10, 11 and 12 hope you all enjoy them and I will soon be posting this fic on my a03 account.
And I wanted to give my thanks again to my beta reader Ryder Bellamiren,
He is a really great guy and a good friend too; please take a look at his fics.
Disclaimer: If I was the owner of these characters, I would be as rich as the combined fortunes of the authors and the actors. I would own millions.
Location United Britannia Airlines
A passenger waiting to board the plane, George Phelps, is sitting nervously in a chair. He notices a restroom and goes inside. In the bathroom, he splashes cold water on his face, trying to calm down. Another man comes out of one of the stalls.
"Nervous flyer?" He asked.
"It's that obvious, huh?" George replied as he grins weakly.
"You know, what are the odds of dying' in a plane crash? I mean –What- twenty thousand to one?" He leaves George even more nervous than before.
"Wow. That's, uh, really reassuring. Thank you." George called after the guy.
He continues to splash water on his face. While he is doing so, a black mist comes out of the air vent in the bathroom. It swirls around George and enters his body through his eyes.
Inside the Airplane
The passengers are boarding the plane. The pilot, Chuck Lambert, turns to talk to one of the flight attendants, Amanda Walker.
"Amanda, how are you today?" Chuck asked her.
"I'm doing just fine, Chuck." She replied back easily. A passenger comes aboard and hands Amanda his ticket. "Welcome aboard. 15C is towards the back of the plane, on the right." The man nods and walks to his seat. George comes aboard and begins walking to his seat. "Have a nice flight, sir." Amanda told him. He turns to face her. His eyes are coal-black.
"Oh, I'm counting' on it." George said back to her.
As he walks to his seat, Amanda seems shocked and confused.
Another passenger comes on the plane.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Uh, 11F that's the middle of the plane, on..." The woman walks away before she can finish "the left."
Almost an hour later, the plane is in the air. George, whose eyes are normal at the moment, turns to speak to a female passenger next to him.
"Excuse me. Do you know how long we've been up?" George asked.
The woman checks her watch. "Oh, uh... about forty minutes." She told him.
"Wow. Time really does fly, huh?" The woman nods. George gets up.
"Excuse me. I've got to stretch my legs."
"Okay." She says.
She stands up so he can get through. He walks to the back of the plane. Another passenger, Max Jaffey, turns to see what he is doing. George walks to the emergency exit and grabs the handle.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Max asked him.
George turns to Max. His eyes are completely black. Max is shocked. George opens the emergency exit. He and the door fly out of the plane. The plane begins to crash at an uncontrollable speed. Everybody is frantic. Papers and other objects are flying everywhere. Amanda is struggling to get to a seat. Oxygen masks drop from the ceiling. The flight attendant and the passengers grab them and put them over their mouths as the plane continues to dive towards the ground.
Inside a Motel Room.
The camera pans up Dean's body as he sleeps. The door to the room creaks as Sam opens it. Dean opens his eyes slightly. The door slams shut, and he wakes up, startled.
Sam is carrying coffee and donuts "Morning', sunshine." He calls out to his big brother.
Dean sleepily asks him. "What time is it?"
"It's about 5:45." Sam told him happily.
Dean groans…"In the morning?"
"Yep." He said with a grin.
"Where does the day go?" Dean muttered to himself. He sits up in his bed. "Did you get any sleep last night?" he asks his younger brother.
"Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours" Sam told him.
"Liar. 'Cause I was up at three, and you and Jess were still watching' an old 80's sci-fi movie" Dean huffed crossly. "I also know that Harry went to bed at midnight because I saw him say goodnight to you and Jessica."
"Hey, what can I say? We found it to be riveting TV." Sam said with a small smile on his face as he thought back to the movie he and Jess watched last night as well as how funny they found it to be.
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked him in concern.
"I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam told him softly.
"Yeah, it is." Dean told him sternly, all big brother at the moment.
"Look, I appreciate your concern-" Sam frowned as he replied.
"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp." He hissed sharply. Sam just shrugs his shoulders. "Seriously, are you still having' nightmares about you almost losing Jess?"
"Yes." He sits down on the bed across from Dean and hands him a cup of coffee.
"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." Dean told him with a stern face.
"So, what? All this, it never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked him. Dean shakes his head. "Never? You're never afraid?"
"No, not really." Dean said to him. Sam reaches under Dean's pillow and pulls out a knife. Dean takes it from him. "That's not fear. That is precaution."
"All right, whatever man I'm too tired to argue." Sam hummed as he took a sip of poorly made coffee.
Dean's cell phone rings. He answers it with, "Hello?"
The scene alternates between the motel room and an office, where Jerry Panowski, a family acquaintance, is sitting at his desk. "Dean, it's Jerry Panowski. You and your dad helped me out a couple years back."
"Oh, right, yeah, up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?" Dean asked him with some concern.
"No, no. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and, well, I think it could be a lot worse." Jerry told him seriously.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Can we talk in person?" Jerry replied.
Once the phone call was finished, a still sleepy Harry and Jessica opened the door to Dean's room. They were carrying some toast, bacon, eggs and fruit on a tray that they got from the Motel Staff and asked them in unison, "Who wants some breakfast?"
Two very loud stomach growls were their answers with both of the two brothers looking embarrassed. Jess and Harry both cracked up laughing "Come on you two let's eat before this all gets cold, and it will be a lot better then those donuts you brought Sam!" Harry told them.
Sam could only duck his head and blush, muttered softly to them, "There was nothing else open at the time"
Inside a big Warehouse during the Day
Several airplanes are being constructed around the building. Jerry is talking with Sam and Dean as they walk to his office. "Thanks for making' the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favour, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."
"Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam questioned politely.
A passing employee overhears them, "Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie!"
"Hey, nobody's talking' to you. Keep walking" Jerry yelled. "Damn right, it was a poltergeist practically tore our house apart. I'll tell you something' if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry asked Sam.
"Yeah, I was. I'm... taken' some time off." Sam replied looking sad.
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry told him.
"He did?" Sam asked in shock.
"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Jerry asked them.
"He's, um... he's wrapped up in a job right now." Dean said.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Well, we're missing' the old man. We get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry asked them. They all laugh, though it's forced with Sam.
"No, not by a long shot." Sam replied
"I've got something' I want you guys to hear." Jerry said to them.
Inside Jerry's office
He sits down at his desk and places a CD into a player.
"I listened to this. Well, it sounded like it was up your alley. Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia Flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry told them.
He plays the CD. At first, there is lots of static and indistinct talking as the plane begins to descend. Moments later, there is the sound of a demonic hiss. The CD ends. Sam and Dean both exchange confused looks.
Jerry continued. "Took off from here crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh... well, he's pretty broken up about it like it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?" Sam asked him.
"No, I don't." Jerry said.
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, a list of survivors." Sam said.
"Right and any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asks.
"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry told them.
Dean shrugs. "Ok no problem."
A short while later…
At a photocopy shop
Sam is waiting by the car for Dean, who comes out of the store.
"You've been in there forever." Sam said in a bit of annoyance.
Dean is holding up two fake Ids. "You can't rush perfection."
Sam is reading them. "Homeland Security? That's pretty illegal, even for us."
"Yeah, well, it's something' new, you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said.
They get in the car.
"All right, so, what do you got?" Dean asked.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Yes Listen" Sam told him. He plays the audio on his laptop. After a moment, there is the distinct sound of something saying, "No survivors."
""No survivors"? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors."
Dean asked in confusion.
"You got me." Sam said also confused.
"So, what are you thinking'? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.
"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travellers." Sam replied.
"Mm-hmm." Dean said still not really believing it.
"Remember Flight 401?" Sam asked.
"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." Dean said with some intelligence behind his response.
"Right." Sam grinned.
"Yep." Dean replied with his usual grunt when it came to research.
"Maybe we've got a similar deal," Sam said.
Dean holds up the list of survivors.
"All right, so, survivors. Which ones do you wanna talk to first?" Dean asked.
Sam points out the name, "Third on the list, Max Jaffey."
"Why him?" Dean said.
"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did." Sam told him with snark.
"What makes you say that?" Dean asked.
"Well, I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him." Sam said as he brought up the address.
At a Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital
Dean and Sam are outside talking to Max, who is walking with a limp.
"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max said to them.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Right. Some new information has come up. So if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean smiles winningly.
"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?" Sam asked.
"Like what?" Max replied, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe... voices?" Dean asked him.
"No, nothing." Max said.
"Hmm. Mr. Joffey-" Dean deliberately mis-pronounced his last name.
"Jaffey." Max told him.
"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked casually. Max nods slowly in answer. "Can I ask why?"
"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash" Max said, his eyes darting to the side.
"Uh-huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean pounces on his hesitation.
"I-I don't wanna talk about this anymore" Max replied nervously.
"See, I think maybe you did see something' up there. We need to know what" Dean told him, narrowed green eyes boring into his with force.
"No. No, I was delusional seeing things." Max said.
"He was seeing things." Dean tells Sam as though that's completely normal.
Sam shrugs as he says, "It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please."
Max hesitates before he speaks in halting sentences. "There was... this... man. And, uh, he had these... eyes these, uh... black eyes. And I saw him or I thought I saw him..."
"What?" Dean asked, knowing they were on the right track.
"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." Max told them with fear in his eyes.
"This man did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It wouldn't look something like a mirage?" Sam asked.
"What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me" Max replied, affronted.
Dean and Sam exchange a look.
Phelps Residence
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
Dean and Sam pull up outside the house.
"Here we are, George Phelps, seat 20C." Sam tells Dean
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are" Dean says as they get out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something', no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight."
"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy, George, was somethin' else a creature maybe, in human form?" Sam says softly.
Dean gestures to the neat home, "That look like a creature's lair to you?"
Inside the house
Sam and Dean are talking to George's wife. Sam picks up a photo of George. "This is your late husband?"
Mrs. Phelps nods as she says, "Yes, that was my George."
"And you said he was a... dentist?" Dean asks.
"Mm-hmm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that…" Mrs. Phelps trails off as though she's about to cry.
"How long were you married?" Sam asks her softly.
She smiles, "Thirteen years."
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything... strange about him anything out of the ordinary?" Sam says cautiously, careful about his tone as he says it.
Mrs. Phelps pauses for a moment and then she replies, "Well... uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."
Dean and Sam exchange a glance before walking back to the car.
"I mean, it goes without saying it just doesn't make any sense" Sam said.
"Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know, what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean replied with a smirk.
"Okay. But if we're going to go that route, we better look the part." Sam told his brother.
Dean and Sam exit a men's clothes shop, dressed in suits.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean grumbles.
"No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance" Sam told him cheekily.
"I still hate this thing" Dean told him.
"Hey, you want into that warehouse or not?" Sam asked him a little annoyed.
Dean says nothing. They get in the car and drive away.
At the Evidence Warehouse, Guard Station
Dean and Sam show the security guards their IDs. The men nod and let them in.
Inside the Evidence Warehouse
They begin looking around at the wreckage. Dean takes out an electronic device and puts headphones in his ears.
"What is that?" Sam asks.
"It's an EMF meter, reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean told him.
"Yes, I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?" Sam's brow furrows as he asks the question.
Dean smiles proudly as he says,"Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade."
"Yeah, I can see that." Sam mumbles.
Dean frowns, looking hurt. They continue to look around. They reach a piece of wreckage that causes the EMF meter to beep rapidly.
"Hey Sam, check out the emergency door handle." There is a certain substance on it. Dean wipes some of it off with his hand. "What is this stuff?"
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"One way to find out." Sam said.
He scrapes some of it off with a knife and puts it in a plastic bag. Dean looks at the substance on his fingers, shrugs, and wipes it on Sam's back.
Inside the Evidence Warehouse Guard Station
Two actual Homeland Security men approach the security desk and show their IDs.
The security guard asked. "Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?"
Homeland Security Man replied. "What are you talkin' about?"
Security guard "Two of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago."
The Homeland Security men exchange a look. A moment later, several security guards are rushing down the hallway towards the warehouse. However, when they enter, Dean and Sam are no longer there.
Outside the warehouse, Dean and Sam are walking calmly. Suddenly, they hear an alarm blaring, and they begin running. Dean takes off his suit jacket and throws it over the fence. Both of them hop the fence, and Dean grabs his jacket.
"Huh. These monkey suits do come in handy." Dean said with a smirk that Sam wants to punch off of his face.
He and Sam run back to the car.
Inside the Airport
The pilot of Flight 2485, Chuck Lambert, is sitting nervously in a chair. His co-pilot is sitting next to him.
"Listen, Chuck, it's like getting' back on a horse, only in this case, a little twin engine. Not even a horse more like a pony. And I'm going to be right there with you, too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over." Chuck nods shakily. "Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not trying' to rush you."
"No, the waiting is worse." Chuck replied.
The co-pilot looks out the window at the plane. "Okay, they're filling' up the tank. Then we go"
He gets up and walks away. Chuck closes his eyes, trying to calm down. The black mist from the first plane crash comes through the air vent. It finds its way to Chuck, swirls around him, and enters his body.
Inside Jerry's office
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
Sam and Dean watch while Jerry looks at the substance under a microscope.
"Huh. This stuff is covered in sulphur." Jerry said.
"You're sure?" Sam asked.
"Here take a look for yourself." Jerry said. There is the sound of an employee yelling in the hallway and Jerry stands. "If you fellas will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire."
He leaves the room. Dean looks through the microscope.
"Hmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulphuric residue." Dean told his younger brother.
"Demonic possession?" Sam asked him.
"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean told him.
"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam said, starting to worry that there's more to this than just possession.
"Yeah, but this goes way beyond floating' over a bed or barfin' pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use 'em to take down an entire airplane?" Dean said.
"You ever heard of something' like this before?" Sam asked.
"Nope sorry bro never." Dean said.
Back at the Airport
Chuck approaches his Co-Pilot, "I'm ready. Let's do this."
They walk to the plane.
Almost an hour later, they are still in the air.
The Co-Pilot asked "How you feeling'?"
"I feel great." Chuck replies.
"You'll be back flying' jumbos before you know it." the Co-Pilot said.
"I hope so. How long we had been up?" Chuck asks.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
The Co-Pilot checks his watch.
Co-Pilot "Almost forty minutes."
Chuck "Wow. Time really does fly."
The Co-Pilot shrugs. Suddenly, the plane starts hurtling towards the ground. He screams in panic, "What are you doing?!"
Chuck, black-eyed, knocks him out. The plane continues to dive straight towards the ground.
Back at the Motel Room
Dean, Sam, Harry and Jess are researching. Sam is sitting next to his laptop and scrolling down a page.
"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean, Christian, Native American, Hindu you name it." Sam told the group.
"Yeah, but none of 'em describe anything like this." Dean said.
"Well, that's not exactly true Dean. See, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease," Harry told him remembering back to what his old school friend Cho Chang used to tell him about her myths. Sam and Jess look proudly at him for being so smart.
"Hey who asked you Harry!" Dean replies.
Harry just shoots Dean an annoyed glare.
"And this one causes plane crashes?" Jess asks them, before they started fighting.
They shrug even as Dean speaks again, "All right, so, what? We've got a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?"
"Yeah. You know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam asks him.
Dean turns away from him and scratches his head.
"What?" Dean huffs sharply. "I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big. You know, I wish Dad were here."
"Yeah. Me, too." Sam said sadly.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Don't worry love with any luck we will find your dad" Jess told her boyfriend trying to reassure him.
Harry nodded in agreement.
"Thanks babe." Sam says with a soft smile aimed at both Harry and Jessica.
Dean's cell phone rings and he answers it. "Hello?"
"Dean, it's Jerry."
"Oh, hey, Jerry." Dean said.
"My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, is dead" Jerry told him sadly.
Dean is stunned "Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"
"He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."
"Where'd this happen?" Dean asked.
"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth" Jerry told him.
"I'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean said.
"I'm sorry?" Jerry asked confused.
"Nothin'. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean said as he hung up.
"Another crash?" Sam asks.
"So soon?" Jess asks.
"Yeah. Let's go." Dean said.
"Where?" Sam asks.
"Nazareth." Dean told him.
Sam, Harry and Jess all smile half-heartedly as they all get up to leave.
We see the Impala driving towards Nazareth, passing a sign stating the town.
Jerry's office
Jerry is looking at more wreckage underneath a microscope while Dean and Sam watch.
"Sulfur?" Dean asks. "Well, that's great. All right, so, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him," Dean said.
"With all due respect to Chuck, um... if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said.
"What's the bad news?" Dean asks.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight and, get this; so did Flight 2485." Sam told them.
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asks.
"It's biblical numerology. On Noah's Ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean told him.
"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam said.
"Any survivors?" Dean asks.
"No. Or not until now, at least not until Flight 2485, for some reason, and the cockpit voice recorder. Remember what the EVP said?" Sam said.
"No survivors" Dean said. "It's going' after all the survivors. It's trying' to finish the job." Dean told them.
Inside theImpala, Sam is on the phone with someone while Dean drives.
"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam muttered as he hangs up. "All right, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying' anytime soon" Sam told Dean, Jess and Harry.
"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker." Dean asks.
"That's right. Her sister, Karen, said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8 PM. It's her first night back on the job." Sam said.
"That sounds like just our luck." Dean groans.
"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man. Even with you behind the wheel." Sam told him.
"Hey Sam, how about if I take turns driving with Dean? That why we should make it and it would take some of the stress off Dean." Jess asks.
"That is a good idea babe, what do you think bro?" Sam nudges Dean with his shoulder to get him to say yes.
"Alright I'll give it a try, but you better not damage my baby Jess." Dean told her with a small glare.
Jess just gives a small grin and nods her head. Harry and Sam smile and give each other a high five.
"Why don't you call Amanda's cell phone again see if we can't head her off at the pass" he says.
"I've already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off. God, we're never going to make it." Sam said.
"Oh, we'll make it." Jess reassures them.
Dean steps on the gas and speeds down the road.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
At the Airport
Dean, Sam, Harry and Jessica rush into the building and look at the flight schedule on the screen.
"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes," Harry points out the departure flights.
"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean tells them.
At another area of the airport, they find a courtesy phone. Dean picks it up and speaks to an operator.
"Hi. Gate 13 I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on Flight, um... " Dean says.
"424." Sam tells him.
Dean cont'd "Flight 424."
Operator (over the loudspeaker) "Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker. You have a phone call at the white courtesy phone, Gate 13."
At another gate; Amanda picks up the nearest courtesy phone.
"Come on..." Dean says as the phone rings.
Meanwhile… with out his brother seeing him Sam pulls his boyfriend and girlfriend close to him around corner and asks "Harry do you think you can stop the plane from taking off or help get the demon out of it at least? If Dean can't get through to her…"
Jess and Sam both look hopeful. As they could tell that Harry was deeply thinking about it. "Sam, luv I really don't know stoping something that big from taking off…
I am just one wizard after all, I probably could do it, but it would put a big drain on my magic so I wouldn't be any use to you for at least a week and if you ran into trouble…I don't think I would be in any shape to help you" Harry looks at his lovers in worry. Sam and Jess both look concerned as well.
Meanwhile back with Dean.
"Hello this is Amanda Walker." she says.
"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean was telling her.
"Karen?" Amanda asks.
"Nothing serious just a minor car accident. But she was injured, so…" Dean told her.
"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her" Amanda said.
Dean freezes while internally cursing. "You what?"
"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" Amanda asks.
"Uh, well... there must be some mistake." Dean said.
"And how would you even know I was here? Is this one of Vince's friends?" she asks.
"Guilty as charged." Dean rolls with what he's been handed.
"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda says.
"He's really sorry." Dean told her.
"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" she said.
"Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight." Dean says, pouting a little with his tone.
"No, I'm sorry. It's too late." Amanda said.
"Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess, really... it's pathetic." Dean told her.
Amanda sadly says, "Really?"
"Oh, yeah." Dean pours it on in a last-ditch effort.
"Look, I've got to go. Tell him to call me when I land." Amanda said.
"No, no, wait, Amanda-" Dean says before he's cut off. "Amanda?"
He hangs up also. As Amanda goes to board her plane, black mist begins to seep out of an air vent, but it quickly disappears. Dean is pacing around the airport.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Damn it! So close!" Dean growls. Just then Sam, Harry and Jess return to join him.
"Hey bro, any luck?" Sam asks.
"No luck, where were you three anyway?" Dean asked.
"We weren't far we just had to talk about something." Jess said.
"All right, its time for Plan B. we're getting on that plane," Sam said.
"Now, just hold on a second" Dean told him.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash," Sam said.
"I know!" Dean replied.
"We're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets. You just go and get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam said. Dean remains stiff as a board.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks.
Dean hesitantly tells them "No, not really…"
"What? What's wrong?" Sam asks.
"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." (He sighs)
"Flying?" Sam asks.
"It's never really been an issue until now." Dean said.
"You're joking, right?" Sam asks.
Dean looked panicked. "Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?"
"All right. Uh, I'll go." Sam told them.
"What? " Dean asks.
"I'll do this one on my own." Sam said.
"What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's going to crash." Dean said.
"Look, Dean, we can do it together, or I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option here." Both Jess and Harry look at each other and nod; Harry gives her a grim smile.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Come on! Really?" Dean sighs, defeated. "Oh man."
Inside the Airplane
A few moments later, both of them are on the plane, which rumbles and shakes as it prepares to take off. Dean is clearly scared and holding on for dear life.
"Just try to relax." Sam says trying to reassure him.
"Just try to shut up," Dean growls.
Sam laughs. As the plane takes off, Dean tightens his seatbelt and leans his head against the back of the seat. He begins to panic as they leave the ground.
Dean is humming, trying to relax. Sam leans in a little to hear what he's humming.
"Are you humming Metallica?" Sam asked surprised.
"It calms me down" Dean snaps back without opening his eyes once.
"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you've got to stay focused." Sam told him.
"Okay." Dean says.
Sam is whispering, "I mean, we've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full-on exorcism."
"Yeah, on a crowded plane in flight, that's going to be so easy." Dean says sarcastically.
"Just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asks.
"Well, it's usually going to be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armour that the demon can worm through somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean replies.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said.
"Mm-hmm" Dean says. Another flight attendant passes them. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" Dean asks her.
"No, I'm not." She tells him.
"Oh sorry, my mistake." Dean says.
Flight attendant says "Mm-hmm."
She walks away. Dean turns and sees Amanda at the back of the plane, near the restrooms.
"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so... I'll go talk to her and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state."
"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asks him.
"There's ways to test that." Dean tells him. Dean reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of water. "I some brought holy water." Sam takes the bottle from him.
"No, I think we can go subtler. If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." Sam tells him.
"Oh. Nice" Dean says as he gets up.
"Hey."
"What?" Dean asks.
"Say it in Latin." Sam tells his brother.
"I know" Dean said. And starts walking away,
"Hey!" Sam asks him again.
"What?" Dean asks him annoyed
"In Latin, it's 'Cristo.'" Sam replies.
"Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot!" He walks away.
At the back of the plane, Amanda is setting up glasses on a cart. Dean comes to talk to her.
"Hi." Dean tells her.
"Hi. Can I help you with something?" Amanda asks.
"Oh no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit." Dean said.
"Oh, it happens to the best of us." Amanda tells him.
"Of course, you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you" Dean says.
(Amanda laughs) "Oh, you'd be surprised" she tells him.
"Really? You're a nervous flier?" Dean asks her surprised.
"Yeah, maybe a little bit." she says.
"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?" Dean asks her curiously.
"It's kind of a long story." she says.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Right. Sorry for asking" Dean said to her.
"It's okay." Amanda said.
"You ever consider other employment?" Dean asks her.
"No. Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh... I'm not going to let it hold me back," Amanda, tells him.
"Huh." Dean says.
"So..." Amanda asks.
Dean mutters under his breath,"Cristo."
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she asks.
Dean awkwardly tells her. "Cristo?"
"I-I didn't I didn't what?" she asks.
"Nothing. Never mind" Dean tells her. Dean goes back to his seat, leaving Amanda confused.
"Okay..." she says.
Dean returns to the front of the plane and sits down next to Sam.
"All right, well, she's got to be the most well adjusted person on the planet." Dean tells him.
"You said "Cristo"?" Sam asks.
"Yeah." Dean says.
"And?" Sam asks him.
"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Dean tells him.
"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone... anywhere." Sam said.
The plane begins to rumble and shake.
"Come on! That can't be normal?!" Dean asks in a panic.
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam says.
"Sam, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating' me like I'm friggin' four!" Dean yells at him.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
Meanwhile back at the airport Harry and Jessica watch in horror as the plane starts to take a dive. " What are we going to do Harry? Sam and Dean are on broad it with a lot of other people as well."
" I know Jess, all I can do now luv is try to slow it down from crashing." Harry was telling her.
"But Harry you said it will knock you out, are you sure you should be trying this what if it is to much for you to handle" Jess asks her boyfriend in concern.
"Nope I don't think I should be trying this," he grins "but we don't have any other choice."
Harry and Jess run outside and see the plane falling at a great speed, Harry flicks out the Elder Wand and points it upward and yells "Arresto Momentum."
As the spell slowly starts to take affect of the airplane. Jess noted that both the plane was slowing a little and that her boyfriend looked like he was holding onto a great deal of weight and that he was starting to look tried. She bit her lip in worry.
Back on board the airplane, Sam told his brother, "You need to calm down."
"Well, I'm sorry, I can't!" Dean yells.
"Yes, you can." Sam says softly.
"Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap, it's not helping!" Dean growls.
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now" Sam told him. Dean pauses before letting out a long breath.
"Good." Sam said.
Sam opens his father's journal, "Now, I found an exorcism in here that I think is going to work the ritual Romano."
"What do we have to do?" Dean asks.
"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful." Sam said.
"More powerful?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Sam doesn't like the sound of it and niether does Dean.
"How?" Dean asks him with wide eyes.
"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own," Sam told him.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Oh, and why is that a good thing?" Dean asks.
"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to hell, once and for all." Sam said.
"First thing's first we've got to find it." Dean told his younger brother.
A few moments later, Dean is walking up and down the aisles of the plane with the EMF meter in his hand. He walks by each passenger as they look at him curiously. Nobody seems to be possessed. Suddenly, Sam comes up behind Dean and hits him on the back.
Dean jumps, "Oh! Don't do that!"
"Anything?" Sam asks.
"No, nothin'. How much time we got?" Dean asks him.
Sam, checks his watch, "Fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."
"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean says.
"You believe that?" Sam asks.
"Well, I will if you will" Dean mutters softly.
Sam gives him a knowing look. Suddenly, the EMF meter begins to beep frantically. The co-pilot of the plane comes out of the restroom and smiles at them. Sam notices Dean staring at the co-pilot intently.
"What? What is it?" Sam asks him.
Dean to the co-pilot "Cristo."
Before going back into the cockpit, the co-pilot turns to them. His eyes are completely black. Dean and Sam stare in awe as the co-pilot turns away from them.
Dean and Sam are heading towards the back of the plane, which is closed off by a curtain.
She's not going to believe this.
"Twelve minutes, dude." Dean tells him.
They enter the curtained part of the plane, where Amanda is standing.
"Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda tells them.
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about" Dean tells her.
Sam closes the curtain.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" she asks them.
"All right, this is going to sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole "The truth is out there" speech right now." Dean tells her.
"All right, look, we know you were on Flight 2485." Sam also tells her.
"Who are you guys?" Amanda asks.
"We've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane, and it wasn't mechanical failure." Sam says
"And we need your help because we need to stop it from happening again, here, now." Dean tells her.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm very busy," Amanda says.
She tries to leave, but Dean stops her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? But listen to me the pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert he's dead."
"Wait, what? Chuck is dead?" Amanda asks in shock.
"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange? Dean asks her.
"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now, maybe you sensed it, and maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too?" Sam asks.
"Amanda, you have to believe us," Dean pleads with her.
They watch her expectantly.
"On... on 2485, there was this man. He... had these eyes…" Amanda murmurs with wide eyes.
"Yes, that's exactly what we're talking about." Sam told her.
"But I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?" Amanda says.
"Get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here." Dean tells her.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda asks.
"We don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean said.
"But how am I supposed to go into the cockpit and get the co-pilot?" she asks them.
"Whatever it takes. Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here. Whatever will get him out of that cockpit" Sam tells her.
"Do you know that I could lose my job if-" she starts to say.
"You're going to lose a lot more than that if you don't help us out." Dean told her seriously.
They pause, waiting for her.
"Okay." she says.
She leaves the area. Dean and Sam watch through the curtain as she knocks on the door of the cockpit. The co-pilot comes out, and after a few moments of talking, he and Amanda begin walking towards the back of the plane. Dean and Sam take out the holy water and their father's journal in preparation. As soon as the co-pilot enters the area, Dean punches him and throws him down on the floor. He covers the co-pilot's mouth with a piece of duct tape.
"What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him!" Amanda asks.
"We are going to talk to him." Dean tells her with a thin smile.
The co-pilot thrashes wildly as Sam covers him in holy water. Holes begin to burn and sizzle through his clothing.
"Oh, my God, what's wrong with him?" Amanda asks.
"We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain. Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Amanda?" Sam prompts softly.
Amanda repeats herself but does as he asks. "Okay. Okay" She leaves the area and stands outside the curtain.
"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer I can hold him." Dean tells his brother with gritted teeth.
Sam begins speaking in Latin. The co-pilot continues to wrestle with Dean. Suddenly, the demon becomes stronger. He knocks the bottle of water out of Sam's hands and throws both he and Dean against the wall. Sam grabs the journal and continues reading. The co-pilot rips the duct tape off his mouth and grabs Sam's shirt.
The co-pilot hisses, "I know what almost happened to your girlfriend! She might have died screaming!"
Dean tries to hold the co-pilot down, but Sam doesn't move.
"Sam!" Dean yells.
Sam picks up his dads journal and continues to speak in Latin. A moment later, he puts the journal down and helps Dean keep the co-pilot on the floor.
"I got him!" Sam tells his brother.
The co-pilot begins screaming. He kicks the journal into the aisle of the plane. He opens his mouth and the demon leaves his body in a haze of black mist, which seeps into the air vent. The co-pilot lays on the floor, motionless.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"Where'd it go?" Sam asks.
"It's in the plane. Hurry up; we've got to finish it." Dean tells him.
Sam gets up to retrieve the journal from the front of the plane. Suddenly, the plane begins to fall even faster then before Dean is thrown against a wall, screaming. The passengers begin panicking and yelling. In the midst of all the chaos, Sam is able to reach the journal.
"Got it!" Kneeling in the middle of the aisle, Sam opens the journal to the exorcism and begins screaming in Latin. The plane continues to dive. Dean tries to move but is once again thrown up against a wall. Papers and other objects are flying everywhere. As Sam continues the exorcism, the demon leaves the plane in the form of an electric white light.
Once the demon is gone, the plane suddenly stops crashing. Everyone begins to calm down as the plane travels smoothly through the air again. Sam stands up, breathing heavily. Dean comes out from behind the curtain and gives Sam a knowing look.
Back at the Airport
Sam and Dean get off the plane with the other passengers, and Sam sees Jess and Harry and runs up to them.
"Harry are you ok luv?" Sam asks as he sees his boyfriend with dark rings under his eyes and look very pale and is hot to the touch.
Harry coughs and softly whispers to his lovers, "Yeah Sam I think so, just not very well. I also have a killer headache, I don't want to attempt that again anytime soon."
"Don't worry Harry you won't. Thanks to you the plane didn't crash although it was a close call." Sam told his boyfriend and Jess looks at Harry both proudly and in concern.
They both grab a hold of his hands and they slowly walk outside towards the car.
Police officers and paramedics are talking to several passengers as they come off the plane. The co-pilot of the plane is in a wheelchair, talking to a cop. "Sir, can you tell me what happened?"
The co-pilot says in confusion, "I don't know. I was walking through the airport, and then it all goes blank. I don't even remember gettin' on the plane."
Amanda is also talking to an FBI agent. She notices Dean standing nearby and mouths "Thank you". He nods.
"Let's get out of here." Dean says to Sam Harry and Jess.
-Don't mind me, I'm just a page breaker. –
"You okay?" Dean asks.
"Dean... it knew about Jessica." Sam said as he stops momentarily.
"Sam, these things they read minds. They lie, all right? That's all it was." Dean told him.
Sam unconvinced "Yeah".
"Come on" Dean said.
He leaves, Sam follows and the others follow.
At the Warehouse the next day,
Dean and Sam are talking to Jerry.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed.
Your dad's gonna be real proud." Jerry tells them as he shakes their hands.
"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam tells him.
Jerry begins walking back to the building.
"You know, Jerry?" Dean begins to ask.
"Yeah?" Jerry asks.
"I meant to ask you how did you get my cell phone number, anyway? I've only had it for, like, six months" Dean asks confused.
"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry told him.
"What?" Sam asked puzzled.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked also puzzled.
"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number, and his voice message said to give you a call." Jerry told them. "Thanks again, guys"
He walks away. Dean and Sam exchange a look.
Later, Dean and Sam, Jess is sitting on the trunk of the Impala near a park with Harry sleeping in the backseat still unwell. Dean is dialling John's number.
"This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number, like, fifty times. It's been out of service," Sam told them.
Dean, Sam and Jess listen to the voice message on the phone.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235. He can help"
Dean hangs up. Sam, near tears, gets into the car without a word with Jess holding his hand. Dean follows a moment later. He starts up the Impala and drives out on the road.
A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this.
Coming soon chapter 11 Bloody Mary.