Chapter 10 Planes are Falling
It had been two weeks since the case in Wisconsin. Dean and Blair were sleeping within a motel room that they had gotten for the night. Sam had snuck out to get them breakfast, he hadn't been able to get to sleep after his reoccurring nightmare appeared. Blair had woken up through the night with her own and had looked at him in sleepy confusion as he watched infomercials on the TV. There had been no surprise when she had fallen back asleep. Only a bit quieter than before.
Dean let out a small grunt from his spot on the bed and Blair shifted in her sleep. The couch at their current motel wasn't the best quality compared to a few of the others they'd been to. The door opened with an audible click and the two slowly woke up. It had been a defense that Dean had made sure that she'd gotten down. They both reached under their pillows towards the weapons they concealed and Blair relaxed upon seeing Sam entering the room. Dean looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes before withdrawing his hand.
"Morning," Sam greeted the two.
"Morning, Sammy," Blair greeted, testing the waters.
He gave her a dirty look at that and she gave him a small smile. He place a cup on the table next to her and placed a bag on the top of her head. She gave a quiet cheer and removed it from her head.
"What time is it?" Dean asked.
"It's about five forty-five," Sam replied.
"In the morning," Blair added as she took a sip from the cup.
She welcomed the warm coffee and the pastry. She bit into the doughnut and grabbed her sketch book. The pencil tin came next and she started to draw her nightmare. A pair of pitch black eyes took form in the left corner and a plane appeared in the background, the door to the plane was open.
"Where does the day go?" Dean joked as he sat up in the bed and ran a hand down his face, "Did you even get any sleep last night?"
"I grabbed a few hours," Sam replied.
"Liar," Dean stated as he was handed a cup of coffee, "'Cause I was up at three, and you were watching a George Foreman infomercial."
"That's who that was?" Blair asked in surprise.
Sam nudged her legs and she moved them so he could sit down on the couch. She slowly got uncomfortable and moved to where she was sitting normally. She put her pencil down and took another sip of her coffee. He looked at her picture and frowned slightly. There were very few things that had pitch black eyes.
"It's riveting TV," Sam told his brother with a slight smirk as he looked up from the drawing.
"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Dean asked him as he got out of the bed.
Sam didn't want to answer that. He didn't want to say that two weeks ago was the last time he had a good night's sleep. Back when Blair had decided that he was a human sized teddy bear. His face felt warm whenever he thought about it.
"I don't know, a little while, I guess," Sam stated, he looked towards the TV, "It's not a big deal."
"Yeah it is," Dean told him as he found a clean shirt and changed.
He really needed to write down what detergent Blair used. It smelt nice and left their clothes softer than usual. He could almost feel an argument on the rise with his brother. It was too early for an argument.
"I appreciate the concern," Sam started.
"It's not just concern, Sam," Dean cut him off, "It's your job to keep my ass alive, so I need you sharp."
Sam shrugged at that and looked towards a quiet Blair. She was staring at her coffee in slight guilt. She was even worse than Sam when it came to getting a decent sleep. She could function on four hours of sleep, but she'd rather be alert so she wouldn't lose them.
"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean questioned.
"Tact, Dean," Blair told him, making a disbelieving face at him, "Seriously."
"Yeah, but it's not just her," Sam muttered, "It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you."
"Don't let it," Dean informed him as he pulled on is jacket, "Don't bring it home like that."
"So this never keeps you up at night?" Sam asked with a raised brow as he got up from the couch.
"Never," Dean stated.
Sam reached under Deans pillow and pulled out the knife that had been hidden underneath for a quick response. His face left no room for argument and Blair moved her pillow out of the way and put her gun into the pocket of her jacket. She closed her sketchbook and got off the couch. She needed to get ready for the day.
"That's not fear," Dean defended as he took his weapons back, "That is precaution."
"Whatever," Sam rolled his eyes slightly, "I'm too tired to argue."
Blair headed into the bathroom with her bag and changed into a red long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans. She was tempted to brush her hair out. She ran a hand through her curls and thought against it. She'd never had someone say that they looked nice, or insinuated it. She pulled on her boots and headed out of the bathroom.
"We got a case," Dean informed her.
"Does it have to do with a plane crash?" She asked.
"No clue," He answered.
"That's what you dreamed about?" Sam asked in surprise, "That explains why you seemed resigned for the most part."
"Mind explaining what you dreamed?" Dean questioned.
"Some guy with black eyes opened the emergency hatch inside the plane," She replied, "he was also covered in a black smoke."
"Sounds like the basis for a demon," Sam commented as he opened the rooms door.
She sent him a look upon noticing that he'd packed her things up, again. He'd been doing that more often since Wisconsin. She didn't know if she was angry at him for doing so or annoyed. She wasn't that helpless. Dean watched as the two headed out the door, Sam placated her by giving her, her coffee back. If he didn't know any better he'd think his brother had a crush on her. He gathered that she had one on him, but didn't want to call her out on it. Not yet anyway. His teasing was going to be glorious.
He headed after them and unlocked the doors to the Impala. He was enjoying having a full front seat. Compared to having Blair being quiet in the back, he'd rather have her up front and jamming out with him. Embarrassing Sam was just a bonus. He was surprised when she powered up her laptop.
"I'll see if I can find any sort of plane crash that's happened recently," She informed them.
"I'll see if Dad's encountered any Demon similar to the one that Blair's describing," Sam stated.
Dean raised his brows at that and continued driving. He turned up the music, he happened to be on a Metallica mood, and drummed his fingers along to Enter Sandman. The sound of computer keys clacking stopped after a few minutes as she read through an article. She tapped a finger against the side of her laptop in thought.
"There was a plane crash on a United Britannia flight, number 2485," She stated, "There were only seven survivors."
Sam looked over her shoulder and saw the picture of the wreckage. The plane had been shredded by its crash, large chunks were missing and some of the sides were dark from a fire that seemed to have broken out. When Dean heard the news he couldn't help but feel some justification. That's why he drove everywhere. It also explained why he was an America based hunter.
"What a nightmare," Blair muttered.
"Are you a nervous flyer?" Dean asked.
"Aye, I have been since ah was a wee lass," she replied, "Never really cared for flying, but my dislike for the ocean is greater."
He learned something new everyday. He pulled into a gas station to fill up his tank to last him till they got close to Pennsylvania. Sam looked up from his Dads journal. He wasn't really finding anything in there that could match the description of a demon opening the door of an airplane. Blair closed her laptop and pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe it was a fluke that a plane had crashed?
That was hopeful thinking. She was really starting to crave another cup of coffee. Sam joined her in that sentimentality. Dean watched the two from the gas pump. They were rather boring to watch, they weren't the biggest talkers. He was hoping he'd get some good material to tease them with.
"There isn't any lore in America for demons to be able to perform such feats of strength," Sam muttered.
"I thought all demon lore gave them some form of inhuman strength," Blair stated, "Like the case of Anneliese Michel."
He stared at her for that one. She knew about that, but not Wendigo's? He hadn't pegged her for a horror movie fan, seeing as that case spawned a movie earlier that year. She seemed more like a comedy fan. He watched as her cheeks slowly turned pink in embarrassment.
"What?" She asked.
Dean was watching the exchange in slight surprise. Sam quickly looked away from her and towards the journal. Blair frowned in confusion and looked towards Dean for some kind of answer. He shrugged and she made a face. He didn't know, his brother changed since the last time they'd been hunting together. The way he flirted with girls had changed. He had somehow won Jess over, so he must have some moves.
The pump stopped and he put it back into the machine. He had already paid for the gas so he just jumped back into the Impala. The rest of the drive had some small conversations, and Dean teasing the two about Wisconsin. Watching Blair's cheeks turn a bright red from embarrassment was slowly becoming his favorite pastime. It was the main reason why Sam was the first one out of the Impala when they reached the hanger.
It was a normal hanger, a large building with a giant opening for the planes. They were greeted by a middle aged balding man with tired blue eyes. He paused upon seeing a third member with the two boys. He quickly went into business mode and welcomed the three in.
"Thanks for making the trip so quick," The man stated as they walked through a pretty cluttered environment ,"I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out."
"Yeah, he told me," Sam stated with a small smile, "It was a poltergeist?"
"Poltergeist?" An employee asked as he walked past them, "Man I loved that movie."
"Hey, nobody's talking to you, keep walking!" The man ordered before turning towards Sam and Dean, "Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. 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?"
"Yeah, I was," Sam confirmed, "I'm—taking some time off."
"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell," The man informed him, "He talked about you all the time."
"He did?" Sam asked quietly, surprise in his voice.
"Yeah, you bet he did," The man smiled, Blair gently placed a hand on Sam's arm as he tried to wrap his head around that, "Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?"
"He's wrapped up in a job right now," Dean answered.
"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and the new face," The man stated, "I'd consider that a fair trade."
Dean laughed at that. Blair felt slightly uneasy. Like she was a part of something she shouldn't be. It was a feeling she didn't like. She grabbed a hold of the back of Sam's jacket. He didn't react, but felt the slight tug on his clothing.
"No, not by a long shot," Sam stated.
"I got something I want you guys to hear," The man told them as he began to lead the way to an office.
"You all right?" Sam quietly asked Blair.
"Just a little uneasy," She truthfully replied, "I'll stop grabbing onto your jacket if it makes you uncomfortable."
"It doesn't," He quickly stated, "I'm just surprised you don't go for the hand."
"I've been smacked away too many times," She muttered, he almost stopped in his tracks at that.
He wasn't meant to hear that. He knew it just slipped out by the dawning horror on her face. She gently released his jacket and started to walk past him. Her whole body language was defensive, tense, and filled with unease. He quickened his pace and they entered the office at the same time.
"I listened to this," The man stated, "and, well, it sounded like it was up your alley."
"Is it from United Britannia flight 2485?" Blair quietly asked, the man looked at her in surprise, "The article said it was one of yours."
"Smart lady," He muttered in surprise, "It is, it's just that there's something weird that was recorded in the cockpit."
"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message—May be experiencing some mechanical failure..." The recording played ending with a strange whooshing sound.
Blair stood still. She could've sworn she heard the words No Survivors in the background. Judging by the expressions on Dean and Sam's faces, they heard it too. She placed her hands into her pockets and played with her phone.
"It took off from here and crashed around two hundred miles south," The man explained, "They're saying its mechanical failure, that the cabin depressurized somehow."
The man ran a hand across his head and gave a deep sigh. The crash was really bothering him. Sam looked towards Dean as they waited for the man to continue. It was obvious that there was a personal attachment to the problem.
"There was over a hundred people on board and only seven were lucky enough to survive," The man informed them as placed his hands on his desk, "The Pilot was one of them, his name is Chuck Lambert and he's a good friend of mine…he's pretty broken up over the crash, he thinks it was his fault."
"You don't think it was?" Sam asked.
"No, I don't," The man replied.
"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors," Sam started to think of what else they needed.
"Would we also be able to investigate the wreckage?" Blair asked.
"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage is under lockdown in an evidence warehouse by the NTSB," Jerry told them, "I don't have that kind of clearance."
"No problem," Dean informed him.
Jerry almost wanted to ask what he meant by that but quickly put that thought to rest as he grabbed a list of survivors. He knew better than to question a Winchester. He handed over the list and the manifest and the three hunters left. He was going to need a drink. He didn't need to know that Dean was heading to a copy shop to make some fake IDs.
"I wonder what we'll be this time," Blair muttered as she waited outside a Copy Jack next to Sam.
"You never can tell with him," Sam replied as he worked on a sound file, he was attempting to clear up the EVP.
She raised her brows at that and stretched slightly. They'd been waiting outside this place for a good ten minutes all ready. Sam was surprised when Blair walked past him and into a small book store on the other side of the Copy Jack. He stood there for a few minutes before contemplating joining her. She came out with a rather thick book in her hand. She was looking at the title with a small smile on her face. She had missed being able to read when she couldn't get back to sleep, textbooks didn't really cut it most of the time.
"That for research?" Sam asked her.
"For when I can't get to sleep," She replied, "I went for something familiar."
He looked at the title of the book and a small smile appeared on his face. Lord of the Rings, she was a nerd of the highest proportions. She put the book into her bag in the back seat just as Dean was exiting the store. A woman, very attractive at that, walked into the tire and Dean gave her a quick study.
"You've been in there forever," Sam informed him as Dean walked up to him.
"You can't rush perfection," Dean informed him, holding up three IDs.
"Homeland Security?" Sam asked as he took the ID with his face on it, "That's pretty illegal, even for us."
"It's something new," Dean pointed out, "People haven't seen it a thousand times."
"Well, I cleaned up the recording from the cockpit," Sam informed him.
They listened as it played. No survivors was clearer than it had been when they first heard it in Jerry's office. Dean frowned at the words. It must've done a crap job, seeing as seven people survived.
"No survivors?" Dean questioned, "It did a shit job seeing as there were seven survivors."
"Yeah," Sam agreed.
"You think any of the survivors saw anything weird?" Blair asked as she leaned against the Impala.
"It's possible," Sam responded, "The one survivor that saw something weird would most likely be Max Jaffey."
"Why?" Dean asked.
"According to his mother, he signed himself into a psychiatric hospital," Sam replied.
"Let's get going then," Dean smirked.
The three climbed back into the Impala and headed off. Blair looked straight ahead and frowned. She bit her lip in thought. It was starting to seem like she might've been wrong about it being a demon. She wanted to hit herself, she hadn't been wrong yet.
"I think having two people crowd the man'll be enough for him," Blair stated as they pulled up to the hospital.
"I'll leave a window down," Dean teased her as he got out of the Impala.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked her.
"Very," She smiled at him.
He got out of the Impala, he actually rolled the window down a bit before following after his brother. She couldn't help but softly smile at that. Leave it Sam to remember to leave the window down, and not have it be a joke. She watched him leave.
"I love watching him leave," She muttered.
She froze as soon as she muttered that. She covered her face with her hands and let out a small sound of disbelief. She couldn't believe that she said that. That was something Bridget or Ben would've said. She was supposed to be the low hormone one that would grow up to be an old maid with an army of cats. She couldn't believe it took her being pulled from her life helped her to find out that she had a type. She couldn't believe she had a type.
She uncovered her face and waited for the two to come back. The breeze that came through the open window was cool and had a smell to it. She tried to figure out what that smell was. Flowers mixed…with cologne? Must be the smell of the seat next to her. The car was owned by Dean, it wouldn't surprise her if the smell of cologne stuck with the leather. She looked towards the window and noticed a brown hoodie. She smiled slightly.
"How'd it go?" She asked as Sam peeked inside.
"Apparently another passenger opened the emergency hatch, he had the black eyes from your dream," He informed her as he got in, "Dean'll be out in a few minutes."
"Right," She nodded in understanding.
She was avoiding his eyes. He was curious as to why she would be avoiding looking at him. He ignored that thought and frowned at a sudden idea. He grabbed his father's journal and looked at some of the information on Demons. There was a plentiful amount of information on Demons. He paused upon reaching a page upon some Japanese beliefs and their demons. There was a demon that could perform the actions that had happened on the plane.
"So, some Japanese beliefs have Demons that cause disasters both natural and man made," He stated as he closed the journal.
"The only thing left is to check the remains of the plane," She stated, she watched as Dean walked towards the driver side of the Impala "To do that we'd need access to the NTSB warehouse."
Dean had caught that as he climbed inside. Sam slowly smiled as a thought suddenly hit him. This was going to mess with his brother. It was going to be good.
"If we go that route," He started as Dean started the engine, "we'd better look the part."
Dean made a sound at that and began to drive back towards the Main Street where the Copy Jack had been. Sam had him stop outside a store called Mort's for Style. Blair made a face at the store. A suit rental shop, she hadn't been in one of these since she was seven. She could still remember the frustration of the employee that had to help her. It was one of the few times she had thrown a tantrum, and the last time. She wanted to see the wreckage, so, she had to get dressed up.
Dean parked and they headed into the store. Sam was busy looking at a clearance area as Dean saddled up to him. He was worried about something. Sam pulled a crisp white dress shirt from a rack and inspected it.
"Does Blair seem more tired than usual?" Dean asked him.
"A bit," Sam answered as he found a spot on the shirt and returned it to the rack, "She doesn't sleep well."
"Dude, I know that," Dean stated as he easily found a clean dress shirt, "that's where the more than usual comes in."
He hadn't seen her well rested since Wisconsin. He knew that she slept better when close to someone. Sometimes he wanted to offer to bunk with her just so she'd actually sleep well, but felt as though that'd be weird. He spared the brunette, though her hair seemed to slowly be shifting towards being a dark red compared to when he first met her, a glance. She was looking at two piece suits for women and made a face before grabbing a black suit and a red tie.
"She seemed fine this morning," Sam muttered as he finally found a shirt that would fit him, and was clean.
Was he worried about Blair? As he moved towards the actual suits he contemplated that. Dean sent him a look and headed towards a different section of suits. Sam looked at the first one and decided that it was perfect. He headed towards the changing rooms and headed in.
"You look nice," He heard Dean compliment.
"Thank you," Blair chuckled, "I wish the skirts were a bit longer, but this was the longest one I could find."
He heard the door next to him close and he finished changing. He walked out, dress shoes already on, and his mouth went dry. He didn't realize that Blair had such long legs. She was pulling on a pair of dress shoes, she had the unfortunate luck to have to wear a pair of black nylon stockings so she wouldn't end up with blisters, and not really paying attention to her surroundings. She finished with the last shoe and smiled as she looked around for her suit jacket. The only skirt she could find came with suspenders to keep it from falling off of her.
"You look nice," Blair informed him as she turned to face him, "Very handsome."
"So do you," Sam quickly complimented, "You look lovely."
She smiled at him and fixed her tie. Dean came out with some minor grumbling and they paid for the suits, their clothes in bags for safe keeping, before walking out of the store. Sam gave his collar an adjustment.
"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers," Dean commented.
"No, you don't," Sam informed him with humor lacing his voice, "You look more like a...seventh-grader at his first dance."
"If it makes you feel any better, I look like my mother," Blair informed him.
Dean couldn't argue with that. He could only guess how many problems were in that sentence. They walked towards the Impala and Sam held the passenger door open for Blair as she got in. Dean got in as well and started the Impala after Sam was in.
The warehouse was out of the way and behind gates with barbed wires curled around the tops. Dean parked a block away and they got out of the car. They started walking towards it. There was a guard standing outside and he tended as they walked up. It was easy to get past the guard with their badges. They got a nod and headed towards the warehouse.
The guard couldn't help but watch them walk away. It was hard to find women with legs like that. One of the men next to her said something and she brightened up and responded with a crooked smile. The guard got the distinct feeling he was out of her league.
"I was a distraction, wasn't I?" Blair asked as they entered the warehouse.
"It wasn't what was originally planned," Dean stated.
He got an amused smile in response as she began to move around the wreckage. He pulled out a device from his dress pants and put a pair of earbuds in his ears. His creation of a Walkman EMF meter had gotten a chuckle out of Blair when she had first seen it. Sam looked at it in disbelief.
"Is that a Walkman?" He questioned.
"It's a homemade EMF meter," Dean answered.
"I can see that," Sam muttered.
Dean gave a grin and walked around the wreckage. Blair was standing on a piece of metal next to the emergency hatch and was looking at some yellow dust. She knew what that dust was. She just couldn't put the name to it. It was something that she had to study in chemistry, one of the classes that her primary school actually had to most of her mates surprises. It was on the top of her tongue.
"Sulfur," She stated as she snapped her fingers.
"Sulfur?" Sam asked as he looked over her shoulder.
"It still has a distinct smell to it and it's one of the few chemicals that look like that when at room temperature," she responded looking up at him.
"Definitely a demon," Dean stated.
They heard a crash. Dean began to run towards the exit. Sam grabbed a hold of Blair's hand and helped her down from the metal before running after his brother. They quickly exited the warehouse and looked around a corner. It was clear and they began to walk towards the gated exit.
"Ah fuck," Blair stated as alarms started to blare.
Dean pulled off his jacket and tossed it over the barbed wire when they approached the gate. Sam released his hold on Blair's hand and went over the gate with ease. Dean picked Blair up and she went over. He quickly followed and grabbed his jacket.
"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy," Dean stated as they ran off towards the Impala.
Blair laughed at that. They continued running until they finally reached the Impala. Sam was smiling slightly, this was one of the few things he had actually missed about hunting the adrenaline was a bit addicting. Dean was removing his tie and opening the first two buttons of his shirt. Blair was bent over with her hands on her knees in an attempt to get her breath back. It was wheezy sounding. She stood up straight and loosened the red tie around her neck and removed her suit jacket.
They climbed into the Impala and headed towards a motel that was close to the airport, but far enough away that the planes taking off and landing wouldn't be too loud. Blair smiled as they headed inside their room, it was decorated in a fashion that she could only describe as Scooby-Doo. Dean was the first to change and headed off to grab lunch. She was left inside a room alone with Sam, she could think of worse things to happen. She didn't know if she could call this a bad thing to happen. She thought back to earlier and smiled as she removed her shoes, he had reminded her of the Doctor when he took her hand and started running. That was probably one of her favorite things about the Doctor. Her vision went black and she tensed in surprise.
She didn't want this shite happening during the day now. She could faintly hear someone calling her name and a pair of hands on her shoulders. Images flashed across her vision and she watched as a man got into a small twin plane with a friend and crashed within forty minutes, if the small wristwatch on the other man's wrist was anything to go by. Her vision cleared and she found herself on the ground with a worried Sam hovering over her. If it wasn't for him being worried, she wouldn't be too upset at this turn of events.
"I think another plane crash is going to happen," She stated as he easily picked her up and placed her own the couch, "it was a small twin plane, I think it was Chuck Lambert."
"No survivors," Sam muttered.
"Yeah, it seems like this demon is going after the survivors," She quietly added as she pushed her hair back from her face.
She paused as a red strand passed her line of sight.
She wasn't aware that her hair was slowly turning red. She thought of her family and pinpointed who was at fault for this. Her Gran on her Father's side had similar hair to her, and had slowly become a redhead in her early twenties. Her family was strange now that she thought about it.
Sam stood up, he had finished changing into a simple graphic tee and a pair of pants, and walked towards the bathroom. She felt bad for worrying him, but what had happened was out of her control. It kind of pissed her off that she had been forced to see that during her waking hours. That was the only time she could get some peace. She climbed back onto the couch, she didn't even feel it when she had fallen to the floor, and leaned back. She stared at the ceiling with a small frown.
Sam came back into the main room to see Blair glaring at the ceiling. He decided to leave her be and just sit on the bed to wait for Dean to return. He grabbed his father's journal and went back to the pages on Demons. He was double checking the exorcism when the door opened. His hand went to the back of his jeans and gripped his gun. He relaxed when Dean walked in carrying a tray of drinks in one hand and two bags of fast food. He closed the door behind him and placed lunch on the small dining table, that could fit the three if two of them squeezed together.
"How come you haven't changed?" Dean asked Blair as she walked towards the table and took a seat.
"I'm comfortable," She shrugged, "Quite a few primary schools in Scotland and the United Kingdom require uniforms."
He raised his brows at that. Her home country was a strange place. He handed her, her drink and bag of food. He went safe and got her a fruit salad, she didn't handle greasy food very well. Well, for the most part. He grabbed his burger and Sam was handed his own. Blair was slowly finding the need to cook for the two, fast food wasn't a good way to live.
"So, anything new on the demon?" Dean asked.
"It's going after the survivors," Blair quietly stated.
He knew that meant she had another vision. He nodded in understanding as he bit into his burger. She was quietly eating, and finished before the two boys. He frowned, this wasn't their normal gig with a demon. He found himself wishing that his Dad was there to help them. He didn't want his Dad around Blair, the man would instantly force her back into her shell by his mere presence.
"This is just not our normal gig with a demon," Dean pointed out to Sam, who looked up form his burger with raised brows, "I wish Dad was here."
"Yeah," Sam answered as Blair finally went to change, "Me too."
They finished their lunch as Blair came out in her Metallica shirt and a pair of black jeans. Dean's phone began to ring and he patted his jean pockets to find it. He ended up pulling it out of a pocket on his jacket. He read the caller number.
"Hello?" He answered, "Oh, hey, Jerry."
Dean listened as Jerry informed him of what happened to Chuck Lambert. He watched as Sam cleaned up the trash from their lunch. Blair ended up helping his brother and he saw the two quietly work together in slight synchronization. The conversation with Jerry ended and he hung up the phone.
"Where'd he crash?" Blair asked.
"Nazareth," Dean replied.
They gathered all of their things and headed back into the Impala. Dean was glad that he'd booked the room for two days. He felt as though the case was going to end before midnight. They headed towards Nazareth, which was three miles away from them, and all they could see was black smoke rising into the air. It was easy for them to park near the crash and they could smell it. The stench of rotten eggs filled the air. It was the obvious stench of sulfur.
"Both flights went down after forty minutes, right?" Sam asked as they drove back towards Kittanning.
"Yeah, gotta love biblical numerology," Dean commented, "Are any of the other survivors going to be flying any time soon."
"I'm on it," Sam muttered.
Blair watched the sky turn to a deep red as the sun started to go down. Sam was on the phone with the survivors. The only one that hadn't answered them, was Amanda Walker. The flight attendant. Sam was annoyed at that, it created a wildcard, and they didn't need a wildcard in a case like this.
"All right, Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway, they are not flying anytime soon," Sam informed Dean.
"So our wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker," Dean pointed out.
"Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight tonight," Sam informed him, "It's her first night back on the job."
"That sounds like just our luck," Dean muttered.
"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel," Sam pointed out.
"Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't hear her off at the pass," Dean instructed.
"I've left her three voice messages," Sam responded with a bitch face.
"She must've turned her cellphone off," Blair commented.
"God, we're never gonna make it," Sam muttered.
"We'll make it," Dean informed him as he sped up a bit.
They made it to the Indianapolis airport and headed inside. It was full of people walking around, different languages could be heard as they headed towards a lit up Departure board. Sam's eyes scanned the board before he came upon the right flight. They had just made it.
"Right there," Sam pointed it out to the two, "They're boarding in thirty minutes."
"Okay," Dean nodded, "We need to find a phone."
Blair sighed as he headed over towards a courtesy phone. She couldn't help but look around the airport like a lost child. Everything was different compared to the last airport she'd been in. People read books instead of playing on tablets, and there was no charging station for phones. She went to put her hands into the pockets of her jacket but realized she wasn't wearing it. It was actually a bit warm for her Metallica shirt. So, she removed it to show a black v-neck shirt. She tied the sleeves of her shirt around her waist and looked back towards Sam. He shook his head and she gave a slight nod of understanding.
"It's time for plan B," Sam stated as she walked over, "We're getting on that plane."
"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second," Dean stated with wide eyes as Blair tensed.
"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash," Sam informed him.
"I know," Dean muttered in discomfort.
"I understand, Dean," Blair quietly informed him, they had the same tense posture.
"Okay, so, we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it," Sam informed them and he turned towards Blair, "We'll get the tickets."
"You want me to get whatever will make it through security," Dean gathered and Sam gave him a nod.
"Meet us back here in five minutes," Sam ordered.
"I owe you a drink after this," Blair informed an anxious Dean.
"You've got to be kidding," Sam stated as he figured it out.
"Why do you think I drive everywhere?" Dean slightly snapped at him, "It's never been a problem before now."
"Blair and I could always do this one," Sam offered.
"She doesn't like flying either," Dean bristled slightly, She didn't look too thrilled at the idea of flying.
"Oh shit," Sam cursed.
"I can handle it, I've done it for years now," Blair piped up with a slight frown on her face, "And there really isn't a third option."
"Man…" Dean stated as he ran a hand down his face, "Fine, five minutes."
Dean headed out of the airport. Sam and Blair headed over towards a main desk. Sam paused for a few seconds before pulling off his outer jacket and placing it on her shoulders. She was able to guess what was going on and put her arms through the sleeves. He really was a human space heater. The damn thing was warm.
"Hi, do you still have tickets available for flight four two four?" Sam asked with a charming smile.
"We have five seats still available," The female desk attendant replied with a flirtatious smile.
"We'll need three tickets, me and my girlfriend decided to take a family trip with my brother and he lost our tickets," Sam explained.
"Oh no," The woman replied before biting her lip slightly, "This should only take a minute."
"That was easy," Blair commented as she looked at her ticket.
Sam smirked in amusement at that. He had used his brothers fraudulent credit card to buy the tickets. He looked down at Blair and contemplated asking for his jacket back, it was going to be the second one she commandeered. He found that he didn't mind. He couldn't help but think back to when he and Jess met. They'd started dating within two weeks after a night together.
He felt sad at that memory, but she wouldn't have wanted him to be alone for the rest of his life. Right? He thought back to a conversation they had when her Grandmother had passed away. She hadn't wanted anyone she dated to be stuck on her for the rest of their life. It was something that he loved about her.
"He's in deep thought," Blair stated as she talked to Dean, "Such deep thought he didn't realize that we got on the place."
Sam looked around with raised brows. He was in the middle seat between Blair and Dean. Dean was reading a safety card and Blair was closing the blinds to the window. They both had an anxious energy about them. His hand twitched slightly and he sighed.
"Just try to relax," Sam informed them.
"Just try to shut up," They told him in unison.
The plane took off, Dean jumping at every single sound and rumble. Sam smirked at that and looked to his left. Blair was white knuckling the arm rest with such a calm face that he would've missed it. Eventually the plane evened out and she released the arm rests. He visibly reacted to the sound her hands made. It almost covered up the humming coming from Dean.
"You're humming Metallica?" He asked.
"Calms me down," Dean replied.
"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right?" He stated, "But you got to stay focused."
"Okay," Dean nodded.
"Well, we've got thirty-two minutes to track this thing down and perform an exorcism," Blair quietly stated as she leaned forward, "no pressure or anything."
"On a crowded plane no less," Dean grumbled.
"Just take it one step at a time, all right?" Sam asked them, "Now, who is it possessing?"
"It would go with someone with a weakness," Dean replied, "I'm going to go with Amanda."
"Right, it's her first flight after the crash," Sam muttered.
Dean nodded at that. A flight attendant was making her way down the aisles. Blair didn't get anything from her and turned her attention towards the cockpit. Something up there was bugging her. It was like a nagging feeling at the back of her mind. The plane gave a jolt and she heard a thump sound out in response.
"He really hates flying," Blair commented.
"He wanted to use holy water on her," Sam replied, "He's going to say Christo instead."
"Good ol Latin," She muttered as she looked back towards the cockpit.
"Sorry about earlier," He apologized, "I should've given you a heads up about the story I was going to use."
"I'm not even upset about it," She informed him with a small frown, "I was actually flattered."
He felt his neck heat up at that. It then hit him. He inwardly cursed. He was still mourning Jess, but there he was. Starting to like a girl not even a month after his girlfriend died. He knew grief was different for everyone, and this was to be expected due to how he was raised. Every time he found a girl he liked he was ripped away from them when they headed out of the town. The Co-pilot made an announcement and he saw Blair jolt at it.
"Does he sound off to you?" She asked him.
"No," he answered, "What'd you hear?"
"A bit of static with a slight whisper behind it," She quietly muttered, "I might be hearing things."
He noted how anxious she was. He could actually see it growing ever so slightly. He needed her to calm down. He'd rather not perform an exorcism on her. The thought of that left him feeling a cold numbness.
"You need to calm down," He quietly informed her.
"That's easier said than done," She informed him.
"Listen," He told her in a low voice, moving so that he was close enough to get her attention, "When you are panicking like this you leave yourself open to demonic possession, you need to calm down. Right now."
"A-aye," She nodded and attempted to calm down.
If he could move back it would be perfect. She was getting nervous for a completely different reason now. She felt uncomfortably warm and relaxed when he sat back. Dean came back and sat down.
"All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet," Dean informed them.
"Let me guess, no demon getting anywhere near her?" She asked.
"Yeah, it'd give her a moles berth if it could," Dean joked with her.
She was attempting to calm him down through a little bit of turbulence and it worked for the most part. Sam sighed in relief at that. He'd rather not treat his older brother like he was four. He pulled out his father's journal and opened it to the exorcism he had found.
"I found an exorcism in here that I think is gonna work," He informed them, "The Rituale Romanum."
"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.
"It's two parts," Sam replied, "The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful."
"More powerful?" Dean asked him in disbelief.
"Why would we want it more powerful?" Blair asked.
"Well, it wouldn't need to possess someone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own," Sam replied, "The second part plays on that to send the bastard back to hell once and for all."
"We still need to find this thing," Dean stated as the two men got up from their seats.
Sam sent Blair a look and she huffed quietly before leaning back in her seat. After a few minutes she got up to use the restroom. Amanda was in the back and putting items on a trolley. She got a smile from the blonde and she headed inside the tiny bathroom. It was a few minutes before she came out, drying her hands. Sam and Dean were standing there and Amanda was gone. Sam looked towards her and relaxed slightly. Dean was getting new material to tease the two with them.
"Did you two strong arm Amanda?" She asked in disbelief as she looked towards the closed curtain.
"That's a word for it," Dean joked with a smirk.
She scoffed at that before smiling at him in amusement. Sam motioned for her to move towards him and she quickly walked over. She got a look and she kept walking until she was behind the two. The two armed themselves. Sam with the holy water and journal and Dean preparing to fight the demon with his fists.
It seemed to work when the a man walked in. He was wearing a co-pilot uniform and he went down fast when Dean punched him. He pinned the man down and duct taped his mouth.
"Wait. What are you doing?" Amanda asked, "You said you were just gonna talk to him."
"We are," Dean replied as he pulled out another flask of holy water and splashed it on the man.
Blair was frozen in her spot. Now that she was looking at the man she could see the black smoke floating around him and could see a grinning skull within the smoke. The smoke twisted around the man and it looked at each of them. It paused on her and the mouth on the skull opened. More black smoke came out and poured onto the man's body.
"Oh, my god," Amanda stated pulling Blaor back into the task at hand, "What's wrong with him?"
Sam gently pushed her towards the curtain and softly spoke to her. Blair moved forward and helped Dean pin the man down. The man started to laugh when she joined in. She was inwardly shuddering when the black smoke curled around her hands and caressed the scars from the burns that had healed. They ended up being symbols that she could barely read.
"Hurry up Sam!" Dean growled, "I don't think we can hold him down much longer."
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—" Sam began before being cut off by the Demon breaking free.
It pushed Dean and Blair away and tackled Sam down. Blair recovered quickly and helped Dean up. They went after the demon and quickly got him down again. Sam picked up from where he had left off and the Demon head-butted Blair to free his arm. It his Dean away and pulled off the tape before grabbing Sam by the front of his hoodie.
"Shame about your girlfriend! She died screaming and is still burning hope this one lasts longer!" The Demon stated.
Sam was stunned by that and Blair elbowed the demon in the face. Dean was able to force it down again. She quickly joined and made sure to keep a better hold on the demon. She looked back and noticed that Sam was still staring at the demon in shock.
"Sam!" She and Dean called together.
Sam finished the first part of the exorcism just as the demon kicked the journal out of his hands. He helped to pin down the demon as the co-pilots body convulsed and twisted at odd angles. Blair got an elbow to the face and she gave a grunt as her nose began to bleed. Black smoke billowed out of the man's mouth and headed towards a vent.
"Oh no," Sam stated as Blair made a face at the blood going down her face.
"It had to go into the plane," Dean stated, "Didn't it?"
"Like it would make this easy," Blair informed him, vaguely amused, "I think your Da's journal went into the aisle."
Sam stood up and went to get the journal. Blair had gotten to her feet to help just as the plane dipped. Dean let out a scream and splayed himself against the exit door as she grabbed onto the nearest trolley to stay standing. It lasted a few minutes but eventually an electrical charge went through the plane and everything leveled out.
"Dean," Blair called from her spot on the ground.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"You scream like a girl," She informed him, "never change."
"Sure," He stated with a slight chuckle as he went towards the curtain.
Blair sighed in relief and rested her head against the cabin wall. She was very glad that the plane hadn't fucking crashed. That was something she doubted she could survive. The curtain opened and she looked up to see Sam. She gave him a wave. Her heart was racing far too much for her to be of use to anyone for a while. He looked relieved and he walked over to hold a hand out to her. She accepted it and he walked her back to their seats.
When the plane touched back down on the ground people were rushing towards the exit. No one wanted to stay on a plane that had almost crashed. The three hunters looked around the area, it was a while away from the airport they had taken off from, and found the exit. Blair gently brushed her thumb against the lower half of her face and got rid of the dried blood. Amanda caught their eye as they were heading out and she mouthed her thanks to them and getting a nod in response.
"You okay?" Dean asked Sam as they exited the area.
"It knew about Jess," Sam stated, he wasn't going to comment on the fact that it knew what he had only just figured out.
"Sam, these things, they, they read minds," Dean told him putting a hand on his shoulder, "They lie. All right? That's all it was."
"Yeah," Sam nodded.
They walked all the way to the airport. They were exhausted and bruised from the case, and the walk hadn't helped. A two hour walk in the middle of the night with no weapons was not the idea of fun for hunters. Dean unlocked the Impala doors and climbed in to start the engine. Blair was next and Sam closed the door behind him as he followed after. It didn't take long to get back to the motel.
There was no conversation as they all headed to bed. Dean watched with half lidded eyes as Sam walked over to the couch and picked Blair up. She was completely knocked out and didn't even react when he put her in the bed before moving towards the couch himself. He felt as though she had a right to the bed for once. He could take the couch. He was making it easy for Dean to get more teasing material.
The next day they stood outside the airport talking to Jerry. He was looking at the three and noted the lingering exhaustion. The only female had a bruise forming on the side of her nose and the two boys had bruises on their cheeks. They took a beating to make sure no one was harmed.
"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do,"Jerry told them in a proud voice, "A lot of people could have been killed."
He shook their hands. It was the least he could do. He knew that people who hunted never got the recognition they deserved. He also used it as an apology towards the young woman for how he first received her. She did a good job.
"Your Dad's gonna be real proud," He told them.
"We'll see you around, Jerry," Sam told him.
"How did you get my cellphone number?" Dean finally asked, "I've only had it for like six months."
"Your dad gave it to me," He replied.
"What?" Sam asked in shock.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked.
"Sorry," He corrected himself, "His voice message said to give you a call, thanks again."
He left them standing there. They slowly walked towards the Impala and they stayed outside of it. The boys were going to be furious if it turned out their dad was purposely dodging them. Blair would love to give the man a piece of her mind.
"I've called Dad's number like fifty times, it's been out of service," Sam finally stated.
Dean pulled out his cell and dialed a number. He moved it for them to hear and Blair felt her blood boil. She couldn't imagine doing something like this to her family, besides her mother. Dodging them like this and making it so they couldn't look for him.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help," the recording stated.
Sam made an angry face as he opened the passenger door and made sure Blair was inside before angrily joining her. She found that the man sounded like an bastart. She thought about putting a hand on Sam's shoulder but thought against it. The Winchester's seemed to fare better by thinking out their anger. Dean finally got into the Impala and soon they were off.