'I hate research,'Mill thought as her, Dean and Sam sat in their motel room trying to find anything and everything they could on demons.
Their whole wall was covered in pictures, notes and articles about demonic possessions. Sam was on his laptop looking up anything he could find on demons. Dean was sitting on his bed with his nose stuck in multiple books trying to see if he could find anything, and Mill was sitting on the old, smelly couch she was sleeping on, going through their father's journal, seeing if he had written anything about a demon.
"So, every religion in every world culture had the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? Christian, Native American, Hindu - you name it," Sam said, being the first person to have spoken in almost two hours.
"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," Dean told him.
"Well, that's not exactly true," he began and say up straight. "You see, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease," he told him.
"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asked.
"Do they have any reasons?" Mill asked. Sam looked at her confused. "The demons that cause those disasters, do the Japanese think there are any reasons or is it just for fun?" She clarified.
"It didn't say," the youngest Winchester answered, sounding defeated. They weren't any steps further than when they had begun.
"Alright, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" Dean asked and got up from the bed and walked over to his brother.
"Yeah... you know, who knows how many planes it's brought down before this one," he said. Dean stared at him before he started laughing and turned away. "What?" Mill and Sam asked in unison.
"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," he said before he shook his head. "This is big," he said before he paused. "I wish Dad was here," he wished.
"Yeah, me too," the youngest agreed.
"He'd know what to do," Mill said.
"Mill, have you found anything?" Dean asked her.
"Not yet. I'm not even halfway done with this," she said and held up the journal. "This is giving me a headache," she said with a sigh.
"Just great," he said sarcastically and ran his hand through his short hair. "Two hours and we have nothing," he said frustrated and ran a hand over his face. Just then, his phone rang loudly in his pocket. The oldest Winchester let out a heavy sigh before answering it. "Hello?... Oh, hey, Jerry," he greeted him and fell silent as he listened to what Jerry had to say.
"What happened?" Mill asked when her brother looked shocked.
"Wha- Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?" He asked, ignoring his sister's question. He listened to what Jerry had to say. "Where'd this happen?" He asked.
Sam looked at Mill. "Another crash?" He asked, but she only shrugged her shoulders. She knew as much as Sam did.
"I'll try to ignore the irony in that... Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon," he said and hung up.
"Another crash?" Sam asked, although it wasn't a question.
"Yeah, let's go," he said.
"Where?" He and Mill asked.
"Nazareth," he answered.
"The irony," Mill laughed.
"Really?" Sam asked his two siblings.
"Come on, Sammy. A demon, Nazareth? It's awful, but it's a little funny," she said.
"Hilarious," he said sarcastically.
"And it'll be just as funny in the car," Dean said and grabbed his keys.
"No," Mill said and got up.
"What 'no'?" Her brother asked confused.
"We're not taking the Impala. We've taken it everywhere. It's time my baby gets a turn," she said.
"No," he said and pointed outside in the parking lot where Baby was parked next to Mill's mustang. "We're taking Baby," he said.
"We're taking Beetlejuice," she said.
"Can we just go?" Sam asked frustrated, but he went ignored by his older siblings, who continued to argue about what car to drive.
"I'm not driving in a car called Beetlejuice," he said.
"Beetlejuice is a great name! It's my favorite movie! Now move your ass and let's go," she said.
"Do I get a choice?" Sam asked bored.
"No!" Dean and Mill said in unison. "Baby or we're not going," he said.
"Then we're not going," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Dean looked at her in disbelief.
"You ca-"
"Okay, that's it," Sam said and walked over to his two arguing siblings. "Just do rock, paper, scissors," he said.
"What? No, we-"
"Now!" He cut his sister off. The blonde glared at him, but held up her fist. Dean let out a defeated sigh before he copied his sister.
"Best out of three," he said before the two smacked their fists against their open hand three times before opening their closed fist. Dean had scissor and Mill had rock. "We still have two more to go," he said in response to Mill's smirk as he prepared for the next go. They both smacked their fists against their open hands three times, before they opened them. "Dammit!" He said frustrated when Mill beat him again with the rock.
"Gotta switch it up, bro," she said and kissed her keys. "Let's go," she said and walked out of the motel room.
"I'm driving shotgun," Dean told Sam before following his sister.
-.-
Dean would never admit it, but he liked Mill's car. It was a smooth ride, it was quieter than his baby (although not by much), and it was faster. But all those aside, his Baby was still better. She was bigger than Beetlejuice and more comfortable. She also smelled better. Beetlejuice didn't smell bad by any means, but Baby just smelled like Baby.
When they arrived at the crime scene, it was a mess. Parts of the plane where everywhere, and there were two bodies, who were mangled and burned almost beyond recognition. It had been Sam who found the same yellow substance that had been on the emergency exit handle on this plane's yoke. He collected a sample before they drove to Jerry so he could look at it.
"Sulfur?" Dean asked. Jerry looked up from the microscope and nodded his head. "Well, that's great," he said sarcastically and turned towards Sam and Mill. Mill had a big smile plastered on her face. She was still beyond happy that she had gotten it right. "Alright, so that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him," he said.
"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news," Sam said.
"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.
"Chuck's plane went down exactly 40 minutes into the flight, and get this — so did Flight 2485," he said.
"'40 minutes', what does that mean?" Jerry asked confused.
"It means that after the plane had been flying for 40 minutes, the demons made it crash," Mill answered and held out her hand. She had her left hand palms up, having it represent the ground, and her right hand floating, having it represent the airplane. "We've been flying for 40 minutes," she said in a deep voice before she slammed her 'flying' hand into the 'ground' hand.
"I remember you being less sarcastic than this," he said unamused.
"What can I say? I'm like good wine. I only get better with age," she said and leaned back into her chair with her hands behind her head and her feet on the desk.
"It's a biblical numerology," Dean answered him. "You know, Noah's Ark, it rained for 40 days. The number means death," he explained.
"I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly 40 minutes in," Sam said.
"Any survivors?" Dean asked.
"No, or not at until now at least - not until flight 2485, for some reason," he said. "And on the cockpit voice recorder - remember what the E.V.P. said?" He asked.
"'No survivors'," Dean answered before he shook his head. "It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job," he said.
"Oh, my God!" Mill laughed at got up. "I am so good! Remember what I said? I said that there aren't supposed to be any survivors! I'm 2-0!" She said enthusiastically.
"Okay, you were right. We were wrong, happy?" Sam asked annoyed.
"Happier than I've ever been in my life," she said and pretended to wipe a tear away. "So, let's go," she said and clapped her hands together.
"To?" Sam asked.
"To the survivors. See if they are going on any planes and try to stop them," she said.
"Alright, let's go," Dean agreed.
-.-
"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget about your friends at United Britannia Airlines... thanks," Sam said and hung up. "Alright, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Denis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon," he said and crossed out their names from the list.
"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker," Dean said and turned around so that he could look at his brother.
"Right. Her sister, Karen, said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8 PM. It's her first night back on the job," he said.
"Ah, that sounds like just our luck," Dean said exasperated and turned back around in his seat.
"We'll make it," Mill said.
"Mill, this is a five hour drive, even with you behind the wheel," Sam said.
"Wanna bet I can make it in four?" She asked and pushed the car to go 90 MPH in a 55 MPH zone.
"Why don't you call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass?" Dean suggested.
"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off," he said before he sighed in frustration. "God, we're never gonna make it," he said.
"Calm down there, Positive Patty, we'll make it," she said and patted the steering wheel before she made the car go faster, hitting the triple digits. "Turn it up, will you?" She asked her brother. Dean turned the volume up, blasting Ace Of Spades by Motörhead.
-.-
Mill managed to make it to the airport with forty minutes left to spare. The three immediately jumped out as soon as she parked the car, and ran inside and to the screen's to see at what gate Amanda's plane was. "Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes," Sam said.
"Okay, we still have some cards to play," he said and began to look around. "We need to find a phone," he said.
"There," Mill said and pointed at a station that had a phone. The three ran over there, occasionally bumping into some people. Dean picked up the phone and waited for someone on the other end to speak.
"Airplane services," a woman spoke.
"Hi. Gate 13," he said.
"Who are you calling, sir?" She asked.
"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. Shes a flight attendant on flight, um..." He looked at his siblings for help.
"424," they told him simultaneously.
"Flight 424," he said.
"Amanda Walker? Amanda Walker. You have a phone call at the white courtesy phone, Gate 13," a woman announced through the airport.
"What's taking so long?" Mill asked impatiently.
"Shut up," Dean shushed her while he waited for Amanda to pick up. "Come on," he said impatiently.
"Shut up," Mill said, mimicking Dean, who only glared at her.
"This is Amanda Walker," a woman answered.
"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here," Dean lied.
"But Karen-" Amanda began, but Dean cut her off.
"Nothing serious - just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-"
"Wait, wait, wait, but that impossible," Amanda argued. "I just got off the phone with her," she told him. Dean looked at Sam and Mill, his green eyes large in panic.
"What's she saying?" Mill asked him quietly, but Dean ignored her.
"You what?" He asked.
"Five minutes ago. She's at her house cramming for a final. Who is this?" She asked, her tone going from being confused to being frustrated.
"Uh, well... there must be some mistake," he said awkwardly. Sam moved closer to Dean so her could hear what she was saying.
"And how would you even know I was here?" She asked. Mill tried to take the phone from him to try and talk to Amanda, but Dean smacked her hand away. "Is this one of Vince's friends?" She asked annoyed.
"Guilty as charged," he said, trying to sound casual.
"Wow, this is unbelievable," she said.
"He's really sorry," the blond apologized and then shrugged at his younger siblings, telling them that he had no idea what he was doing. The brunette tried to reach for the phone again, but he smacked her hand away again.
"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" She told him.
"Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so..." He said, hoping that she would cave in.
"No, I'm sorry. It's too late," she told him.
"Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess... really... it's pathetic," he tried.
"Really?" She asked, a small amount of hope in her voice.
"Oh, yeah," he said and smiled triumphantly.
"Look, I've got to go. Um... tell him to call me when I land," she said.
"No, no. Wait! Amanda," he said, but she had already hung up. "Amanda!" He said, even though he knew it was useless.
...
Amanda hung up the phone and walked to Gate 13. "How are you?" She asked one of her co-workers smiling as she walked to the gate. "Hey, Bob," she greeted the pilot as she walked down the hallway that led to the plane.
Through the vents, a black mist began to emerge, but it quickly retrieved when it noticed that there were too many people around.
...
"Dammit! So close," Dean said frustrated as he tried to come up with another plan to get Amanda off of that plane.
"Alright, it's time for Plan B," Sam said.
"Which is?" Mill asked.
"We're getting on that plane," he said.
Dean's eyes went wide. "Woah, woah. Now, just hold on a second," Dean said.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over 100 passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash," he told him.
"I know," he replied with a what's your point? look.
"Well, okay. We're getting on the plane and we're gonna find that demon and exorcise it. Look, Millie-"
"Mill," she corrected him, but Sam ignored her and kept talking.
"And I will get the tickets, you'll just get whatever you can from Mill's trunk... whatever will make it through security," he said before he turned to Mill. "Do you have anything in your trunk?" He asked her.
"Sammy, please. I've got more holy water than I know what to do with," she laughed and handed Dean her keys, but he never took them. He just continued to look at Sam.
"Meet us back here in five minutes," he said.
"It would probably help if you took the keys," she said and jiggled them in front of him to get his attention.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked when he noticed how petrified his older brother looked.
"No, not really," he said honestly.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Well, I kinda have this problem with, uh..." he said and made weird hand motions.
"Flying?" Sam finished in disbelief.
"You can't be serious," Mill said with a raised eyebrow.
"It's never really been an issue until now," he defended himself.
"You're joking, right?" Sam asked.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" He asked panicked.
"Oh, my God," Mill said with a I can't believe this look on her face.
"Why do you think I always drive everywhere?" He asked his siblings.
"Because you're obsessed with Baby," Mill answered the rhetorical question.
"Alright, uh... Mill and I will just go," Sam said.
"What?" He asked, and looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"We'll do this one on our own. You can just wait in the car," he said.
"I have a book in the glove compartment," Mill said. "Pet Sematary," she added. She always brought that book with her everywhere she went. It was her favorite.
Dean looked at her shocked. That had been the nicest thing she had said to him, or anyone for that matter, all day.
He quickly looked back at his brother, who was looking at him in disbelief. "What are you, nuts?! You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash," he told him.
"Dean, we can do this with you or without you. I'm not seeing a third option here," Sam said worried. Time was running out.
"Come on!" He said panicked as he tried to think of a different option. "Really?" He asked no one in particular when he realized that Sam was right. "Man," he said frustrated and panicked. "Alright, I'll go," he said.
"Okay, Mill, just get the stuff from the trunk while Dean and I get the tickets. Hurry up," he said.
"Will do," she said and took off running.
Fifteen minutes later, they were on the plane. Mill had a window seat, Sam was in the middle, and Dean had an aisle seat. He was reading the instructions that said what to do in case of an accident for the millionth time. The engine began to making a whirring sound as it continued to slowly move towards the runways.
"The pilot tested it to make sure everything was in order," she told him when she saw Dean grip the laminated paper tighter.
"Just try to relax," Sam said calmly.
"Just trying to shut up," he snapped. He put the paper away when the plane began to take off.
He gripped the armrests tighter and squeezed his eyes shut when the plane began to lift off of the ground. His eyes snapped open when he heard the wheels retracting into the plane. He looked around petrified to see if anyone else was as worried as he was.
"That doesn't sound good," Mill said, pretending to be worried. Dean looked at her even more petrified.
"What?!" He asked panicked. His green eyes wide and his normal tanned face pale.
"It's okay," Sam assured him, although he couldn't fight the smile on his face.
When the plane had reached its maximum height, Sam and Mill had expected Dean to relax, but no such luck. Sam has tried to make conversation with him, but Dean had been too busy being petrified to answer. A couple minutes later, they both heard Dean humming. Sam look at Mill confused, who only shrugged her shoulders. "You humming Metallica?" He asked when he realized his brother was humming Some Kind Of Monster.
"Calms me down," he said before he started humming again.
Sam let out an airy laugh. "Look, man, I get you're nervous, alright? But you got to stay focused," he told him calmly.
"Okay," he said, but seemed to only get more tense.
"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," he told him.
"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy," he said sarcastically.
"Just take it one step at a time, alright?" He said. Dean didn't reply. "Now, who is it possessing?" He wondered.
"Well, it's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know. A chink in the armor that the demon can worm through, somebody with an addiction or emotional distress," he said and looked behind him.
"So, you?" Mill joked. Dean glared at her, but she only laughed.
"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd he pretty messed up," Sam said.
"Mh-hm," Dean agreed and looked behind him when he noticed someone coming. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" He asked the blonde stewardess.
"No, I'm not," she said smiling.
"Oh, my mistake," he said and gave a nervous laugh. The flight attendant gave him a pity smile when she saw how nervous he was, before she continued walking. Dean turned around in his seat and noticed another stewardess at the end of the plane. "Alright, 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," he said.
"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.
"There's ways to test that," Dean said and leaned forward to get a bottle of water out of his bag. "I brought Holy Water," he said and held it up to show his brother.
"Just like you figured out that it was a demon and that it was going after all the survivors," the brunette said sarcastically.
"Okay, Mill brought Holy Water, that I carried through security and onto the plane," he corrected himself with an eye roll.
"No, I think we can go more subtle," Sam said and snatched the bottle from his hand and stuck it in his brown jacket. "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God," he told him.
"Oh. Nice," Dean said and unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Hey," Sam said as he got up.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Say it in Latin," he told him.
"I know," he replied and began to walk back to Amanda.
"Hey!" Sam called quietly.
"What?!" Dean asked annoyed.
"Uh, in Latin it's 'Cristo'," he told him.
"Dude, I know! I'm not an idiot!" He told him.
"Cristo is actually Greek. It means the anointed one. It might still work, but if it doesn't, try 'Deus'. That's God in Latin," Mill said.
"Okay, I got it!" He said and walked down the small aisle to Amanda. While Dean was walking down, the plane was hit by a small turbulence, causing it to shake slightly. Dean immediately grabbed the seat next to him and held on for dear life, sending out a panicked silent prayer to God. When the plane had finally stopped shaking, he slapped the seat in frustration.
"I am enjoying this way too much," Mill said smiling.
"Yeah, well, focus. We have to keep a lookout for the demon," her younger brother reminded her.
"Thanks, Sammy, I had no idea," she said and rolled her eyes.
-.-
"Hi," Dean greeted Amanda when he got to her. The blonde woman was stacking plastic cups on a cart.
"Hi," she replied and smiled kindly at him. "Can I help you with something?" She asked him.
"Oh, no. I'm just a bit of an uneasy flier. It makes me feel better to walk around a little bit," he told her. It wasn't necessary a lie. He was an uneasy flier, but if it were up to him, he would stay seated in his seat, gripping the armrest and continue to hum Metallica while Sam and Mill looked for the demon. He would probably help exorcise it if they found it.
"Oh, it happens to the best of us," she said knowingly.
"Right," he agreed quietly. "Of course with you being a stewardess, I guess flying comes easy to you," he said.
Amanda let out a nervous laugh. "You'd be surprised," she told him.
"Really? You're a nervous flier?" He asked her, sounding worried. 'Great, a friggin' stewardess is a nervous flier,' he thought sarcastically.
"Yeah, maybe — a little bit," she replied.
"How is it that, being a stewardess, you're scared to fly?" He asked her.
"Kind of a long story," she told him.
"Right, sorry for asking," he apologized
"It's okay," she assured him and smiled.
"You ever consider other employment?" He asked.
The blonde thought about that question for a second. "No," she said and shook her head. "Look, everybody's scared of something. I just, uh... I'm not gonna let it hold me back," she told him.
Dean looked at her impressed. There were very few things Dean Winchester was afraid of, and he definitely didn't want to come face-to-face with those fears. He was perfectly content being held back by them.
"So..." Amanda said and shrugged her shoulder before she went back to stacking plastic cups on the cart.
'Here we go,' he though quietly before taking a deep breath. "Cristo," he said quietly.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Amanda asked him.
"Cristo?" He repeated himself with a sheepish smile, although it came out sounding like a question.
"I-I didn't - I didn't-" she stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Deus," he said with an embarrassed smile.
"Deus?" She repeated confused.
'Great, she thinks I'm crazy,' he thought. "It's, um, it's Latin... for, er, for God," he told her. Amanda continued to look at Dean as if he had lost his mind. "Except for Christo. That's... uh... that's Greek," he explained while the blonde stewardess continued to look at him. "Er, Nothing. Nevermind," he said quietly and walked back to his seat.
"And?" Mill asked when he sat down.
"Well, she has got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet," he said.
"You said 'Cristo'?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"And 'Deus'?" Mill asked.
"Yeah," he repeated himself.
"And?" Sam and Mill asked in unison.
"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her," he said.
"Great," Mill said sarcastically and let out a heavy sigh.
"So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone... anywhere," Sam realized.
"Talk about a needle in a haystack," Mill said and rubbed her face frustrated. They only had 30 minutes left to find this demon and to exorcise it, which only got harder now, because they had no idea where the demon was.
Suddenly, the airplane began to rumble and shake as it hit a turbulence. Dean tensed up and gripped the arm wrest with all his might. "Come on! That can't be normal!" He said frustrated and scared.
"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence," Sam assured him softly.
"It's nothing bad," Mill added. Sam looked at her confused. "What? It won't help us if Dean keeps panicking every time we have a turbulence or the plane makes some kind of noise," she explained herself. "It was funny in the beginning, but we have to get serious now," she added.
"Sam, Mill, this plane is going to crash, okay? So, quit treating me like I'm friggin' four," he snapped at them.
"You need to calm down," Sam told him, in the same soft and gentle voice he had been using throughout the whole flight.
"Sorry, I can't," he snapped.
"Yes, you can," he told him.
"Just relax. Hum some Metallica," Mill suggested. She had tried to talk in a gentle and soothing voice, like Sam was, but she just couldn't do it. She really just wanted to slap her older brother and tell him to shut up and relax, but that would probably only piss him off and do nothing.
"Stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap. It's not helping," he snapped at them.
"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down right now," he told him.
"Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth," the brunette said and showed him what she meant. Dean copied her, taking deep breaths in through his nose and blowing them out through his mouth. He began to feel calmer, but his face was still wearing a look of panicked frustration.
"Good," Sam praised him. "Mill, can you give me Dad's journal?" He asked his sister. Mill reached into her bag and pulled out their father's journal and handed it to her younger brother. "Thanks," he thanked her and opened it. "Now, I found an exorcism in here when I was looking through it earlier. I think it's work work," he said as he flipped to the page. "The Ritual Romano," he said and tapped the page.
"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.
"It's two parts," Sam explained. "The first part expels the demon from the victim's body, it makes it manifest, which actually makes him more powerful," he said. Dean looked panicked.
"More powerful?" He asked with wide eyes.
"Yeah," Sam answered.
"How?" He asked worried.
"Dude, what has gotten into you? Since when do you get scared?" Mill asked him.
"Since I am on a friggin' plane that's gonna crash!" He said a little too loud. The people in front of the siblings turned around looking panicked.
"He's joking," Sam said quickly and glared at his brother. The three passengers looked relieved and turned around in their seats. "You can't say stuff like that on a plane," he told him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I just relax while the plane crashes?" He asked sarcastically, quieter this time.
Mill rolled her eyes. "The demon, how does it become more powerful?" She asked.
"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can wreak havoc on its own," he explained.
"Oh, and why is that a good thing?" Dean asked.
"Well, because the second part sends the bastard back to Hell. Once and for all," he said.
"That's good news," Mill said with a nod.
"First things first — we got to find it," Dean said.
"And how will we do that? Just spritz everyone with Holy Water? Or better yet, go around and asking everyone 'hey, are you possessed by a demon?'" Mill asked sarcastically. Dean shot her a look, but remained quiet while he thought.
"E.M.F. meters," he said and pulled his out of the bag. "Did you bring yours with you?" He asked her.
"Of course," she said. "I'm not an idiot,"she added.
"Good, I'll take the end and you'll take the front," he said and got up.
-.-
Dean and Mill had received several odd looks while they were holding the E.M.F. meter to the passengers has discretely as possible. "You find anything?" Dean asked when he got to his sister.
"No," she answered and took out her headphones.
"Neither did I," he replied and was about to take out his own headphones, when he felt someone grab his jacket. He nearly jumped out of his own skin until he realized it was only Sam. "Ah, man! Don't don't do that!" He snapped at his brother. "You could have warned me," he snapped at his sister, who was trying desperately to not laugh out loud.
"Where would have been the fun in that?" She asked and laughed, no longer being able to hold it in. Dean Winchester, afraid of nothing but airplanes and heights apparently, almost ruined his pants. She never thought she would see the day.
"Anything?" Sam asked, ruining the fun as per usual.
"No," Mill said and stopped laughing.
"You?" He asked his brother.
"No, nothing," he said defeated. How much time we got?" He asked.
Sam looked down at his watch. "15 minutes," he answered. "Maybe we missed somebody," he said.
"And with 'we' you mean me and Dean?" Mill asked with a raised eyebrow. "We didn't miss anyone, Sam," she told him.
"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane," Dean suggested. Sam gave his brother a you can be serious look.
"You believe that?" He asked with a laugh.
"Well, I will if you will," he said. Sam gave Dean a stop playing look. "Mill?" He asked.
"I honestly just want to hunt a demon," she said bored.
"Okay, just ignore her," Dean told his brother. "Let's just go back to our seats and relax," he suggested.
"Dean-" Sam began, but was cut off when Dean and Mill's E.M.F. meter went off. They looked around, but saw no one. Dean's eyes suddenly went wide, causing Mill to turn around to see what her brother was seeing, which was the captain coming out of the bathroom. The man smiled kindly at the three Winchester's when he saw them staring at him. "What? What is it?" Sam asked.
"Cristo," Dean said the same time as Mill said "Deus". The captain turned around, his eyes completely black before we went back into the cockpit.
"I think it's safe to assume that the demon is possessing the captain," she said.