Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Only Lacy.
The man that Max was talking about, George Phelps, was not too hard to find. Since we were really close I didn't have to use that much energy to find his home. Dean pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine as me and Sam got out of the car. Dean closed his door and walked around to our side, staring at the house the whole time.
"Hmm. Man, I don't care how strong you are. Even yoked up on PCP or somethin', no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean said.
"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy, George, was somethin' else - a creature maybe, in human form?" Sam said, shrugging.
"That look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked gesturing towards the house.
I snorted. "Can't base a creature off of where they live. I'd be living in a freakin pink castle if it got hunters and demons off of my back."
I walked up to the Phelps house, Sam and Dean behind me. A woman, George's wife, let us in and allowed us to ask her a few questions. Sam sat on the couch across from her. I walked around her living room just looking at things to see anything out of the ordinary. This phantom traveler could've been here a bit longer. But I highly doubt it would wait until George had to go fly.
"This is your late husband?" Sam asked gesturing to the picture in his hand.
Mrs. Phelps smiled sadly. "Yes, that was my George."
"And you said he was a… dentist?" Dean asked from his spot by the book case.
"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…." She trailed off, about to cry.
"How long were you married?" I asked changing the subject.
She smiled a bit dreamily. "Thirteen years." I smiled. It must be really nice to feel love like that.
"In all that time, did you ever notice anything…. strange about him-anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.
Mrs. Phelps paused, thinking back to something. "Well… uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean."
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We quickly finished up with Mrs. Phelps and headed 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." Dean inquired.
"Well phantom travelers aren't picky about their victims." I said getting in the middle of Dean and Sam.
"You know, what we need to do is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean decided starting up the car.
"Then let's go." Dean and Sam shared a look. "What? Did you guys forget that I can teleport?"
I rolled my eyes and put my hands on their shoulders, teleporting them into the warehouse. But I did forget that we were sitting so when we got there we fell to the ground. I pushed myself up giving them a sheepish look. "Oops…"
Dean just gave me a look and pushed me over, helping himself up. I glared at his back and huffed pushing myself up. Glanced around at the parts of the plane I let out a low whistle. 'That was some crash.' There was pieces of the plane everywhere. The only part that even looked somewhat intact was the front.
A weird buzzing sound reached my ears. I turned around to see Dean holding some weird looking Walkman with the headphones in his ears. As he passed by parts, the lights on the Walkman would light up half-way depending on where he was.
"What the hell is that?" I asked pointing at it.
Dean looked up at me before looking back at the parts. "It's an EMF meter - reads electromagnetic frequencies."
I rose an eyebrow. "The last time I saw one of those it didn't look like a Walkman." I criticized. Walking past he broken pieces, I held my hand out and felt for and traces of the spirit.
"Is that really made out of a walkman?" Sam asked.
Dean smiled proudly. "It's homemade."
"Yeah, we can see that." I teased, smirking at Dean. His smile fell giving me the evil eye. I snickered and turned my attention back to the plane parts.
When I reached the emergency door handle, I was drawn into the vision of what happened. When it was over I found myself back in the warehouse. I wish I could get my visions in a less dramatic way. I turned around and told Dean and Sam what I saw in my vision.
"So Max was right. George did open the door." Dean came over with his EMF thingy and held it over the handle for it to send off a loud buzzing sound, the lights reaching red.
I turned back to the door handle and saw a yellow powdery substance. I wiped some of it off with my finger and sniffed it.
"What is it?" Sam asked. Dean grabbed my hand to get a closer look. "It looks like sulfur."
"It is sulfur." I said taking my hand back. I wiped the sulfur off on Dean's shirt but froze when a sound reached my ears. Footsteps. 'Homeland Security.' "We gotta go."
Dean and Sam looked at me strangely but I didn't wait. I grabbed both of their hands just as they entered. We reappeared in the car and Dean immediately drove off to the motel.
"Ok, we need to find the next survivor." I took out the list from my back pocket and unfolded. The first name my eyes landed on was Chuck Lambert. I looked over at Dean but sighed in annoyance when I saw my surroundings change. My visions need to give me a warning sign or something
I got up from the seat I was in at an airport. I walked over to who I'm assuming is Chuck. There was another man sitting next to him. I stood in front of them as Chuck's friend tried to comfort 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 gonna be right there with you, too. Anytime you feel like you don't want the wheel, I'll take over." The co-pilot said and Chuck nodded. "Look, Chuck, we don't have to do this today. I'm not tryin' to rush you."
"No, the-the waiting is worse." Chuck said. The co-pilot looked over his shoulder, out of the window seeing the plane.
"Okay, they're fillin' up the tank. Then we go." He gave Chuck's shoulder a squeeze and got up to check in with the engineers of the plane. Chuck closed his eyes, trying to calm down. I felt bad for Chuck. It must feel worse for him since he actually flies planes. I moved to sit down next to him but froze as my eyes widened, following the black mist that came through the vent. The black mist from the first plane crash. Chuck lifted his head slowly just in time for the black mist to enter through his eyes, turning them pitch black.
Chuck got up and walked over to his co-pilot. "I'm ready. Let's do this." Chuck said cheerfully and walked to the plane. '…Shit.'
My surroundings changed once again but this time I was still in my vision, inside Chuck's plane.
"How you feelin'?" The co-pilot asked. I moved forward my head popping up in between their seats.
"I feel great." 'Chuck' said smiling a little.
"You'll be back flyin' jumbos before you know it." His co-pilot laughed.
"I hope so. How long we been up?" Chuck asked and the co-pilot checked his watch.
"Almost forty minutes."
"Wow. Time really does fly." Chuck said with a smile on his face. His co-pilot shrugged.
Suddenly, Chuck pushed the wheel down, the plane hurtling towards the ground. I hung onto the seats.
"What are you doing?" The co-pilot yelled. Chuck, black-eyed, elbowed him in the face successfully knocking him out. Chuck continued to drive the plane into the ground. I closed my eyes just before we hit but I never heard the impact. I opened my eyes to a beige ceiling. Where was I? Wasn't I in the car?
"Hey, she's up." I heard Sam call. I pushed myself up into my elbows to see that I was laying down in my bed. Did I pass out or something? That never happens when I have visions.
"Welcome back, weirdo. That dumb stare you had on your face was really creepin' me out. You zoned out for so long I had to carry you in here." Dean taunted as he walked out of the bathroom drying his hair with a towel in a pair of jeans and no shirt… 'I wouldn't mind seeing that all the time.' My eyes widened the second I registered what I had just thought. What was wrong with me?
I flinched back when something came in my line of vision. "Yo, you zoning out again or what?"
I growled at Dean and smacked his hand away. "I was having a vision you ass. I don't zone out for no reason." Rolling my eyes, I sat up and crossed my legs. "One of the survivors, Chuck Lambert, died. He got possessed and crashed the plane he was flying."
Sam sighed in frustration while Dean just fell onto the bed. "We need to figure out how to get rid of this thing and fast. Any ideas, Princess?" I narrowed my eyes and kicked his ribs. "Ow!" Dean shouted and shot me a glare. "I was just joking, geez."
I resisted the smile that wanted to surface and told them what I saw in the vision. During the explanation, Sam had been on his laptop trying to do some research on the phantom traveler. I may know what it is but I've never really encountered one. I was lying next to Dean, on my stomach as I listened to what Sam had found or what he tried to find.
"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 said.
"Yeah, but none of 'em describe anything like this." Dean interjected.
"Well, that's not exactly true. See, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." I elaborated.
"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean inquired. I just shrugged. "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 observed. I shifted my gaze over to Dean when he sighed.
"What?" Sam asked as I turned onto my side.
"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." I rolled my eyes at that. 'There he goes again.' "This is big. You know, I wish Dad was here."
I looked away at that. "Yeah. Me, too." Sam agreed, sighing. I rolled over onto my back but my attention returned to Dean when his phone started to ring.
"Hello?" He answered. I tuned my hearing so I could hear who it was.
"Dean, it's Jerry." He sounded pretty distressed. Probably found out about Chuck.
"Oh, hey, Jerry." Dean sat up, pulling his feet away from the edge.
"My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, is dead."
"Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?" Dean asked faking his shock.
"He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."
"Where'd this happen?" Oops, forgot to find out where it was.
"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth."
"I'll try to ignore the irony in that." Dean mumbled.
"I'm sorry?"
"Nothin'. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Dean hung up.
Sam looked over at Dean. "Found out about Chuck?"
Dean nodded before looking over at me. "Is there even a point for you to have visions? People are still dying."
I sighed shaking my head at Dean. "I may control most of my powers but not all. These visions come when they want And if you haven't noticed moron there were people that we saved and I even brought two back to life. Some I have the power to bring back to life. Others… well, others can be a little harder."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked a little tense. He was probably thinking of Jessica.
I got up from the bed to explain a bit more but that was when Demoriel decided to slash out at me. I screamed in surprise and fell down, the back of my shin stinging.
"Lacy!"
Not caring that it was light out, Demoriel grabbed my ankle and yanked me half way under the bed just as Dean and Sam grabbed onto my hands. They tried to pull me out but Demoriel was too stong. I could feel Demoriel raking its claws against my sides, yanking on me. Letting out one last cry, Sam and Dean lost their grip on me, leaving me in the claws of Demoriel.
Dean & Sam
They waited for hours and hours but Lacy never came out from under the bed. Dean sighed before slamming his fist on the table. He may have not liked Lacy or trusted her much but she didn't deserve to get tortured like this. And if she was right about her being immortal then she was going to be its toy for a long time.
Sam and Dean couldn't wait much more; they still had a case to solve so they left the motel and went off to the crash site in Nazareth. And just like the first plane crash this one had sulfur on it too.
"Well, this is great. All right, so, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean said as he drove back to the motel. They needed to get a few things from there and Dean was secretly hoping that Lacy was ok. It felt weird without her around.
"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?"
"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight. And get this - so did Flight 2485."
"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Dean asked not sure what Sam was talking about.
"It's biblical numerology. On Noah's Ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean pulled into the parking space in front of their room and got out. "I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in."
"Any survivors?" Dean asked as he opened the door.
"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 went straight for his bag.
"'No survivors'." Sam nodded. "So Lacy was right. It's tryin' to finish the job."
Dean packed up whatever he thought he would need. His eyes strayed over to the bag next to his. He just sighed and zipped up his bag. Dean opened his mouth to say something to Sam but didn't get the chance to when something flew out from underneath the bed and rammed into him
Dean flew back into the wall and fell to the floor, the thing that flew out landing on top of him. Sam ran over to Dean and turned over the body. His eyes widened.
"Lacy!"
Lacy
The second I was dragged under Demoriel didn't waste any time slicing me up. My clothes were shredded and I had cuts all over. There were even some stab wounds. When it came to Demoriel, the pain is too great for me to concentrate. When Demoriel wanted to cause pain, it caused pain. After what felt like hours, but it was only minutes, it finally slipped up. It paused in its slashing for just a few seconds, but that was all I needed.
I shot out a bolt of light at Demoriel. It let out a loud shriek and as a last attempt, it backhanded me. I flew back and rammed into something, falling to the floor on top of it. I felt too drained to get up but I didn't need to. I heard footsteps race over to me and someone turned me over. I opened my eyes to see the shocked face of Sam Winchester.
"Lacy!"
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As Dean and Sam sewed me up, I explained what happened and why it took so long. Since I was in some part of the demon world, time was different there. The fight was only a few minutes down there but up here a little over 5-6 hours passed. I never really figured out how time worked down there and I don't intend to.
"But why didn't you think of doing that in the first place?" Dean asked, referring to the whole light situation.
"I couldn't exactly concentrate when he was slashing at me. Ow…"
Most of the stitches I had were on my arms. My whole body was practically wrapped up so my clothes wouldn't stick to them. I had a few cuts on my face but they weren't too bad. My legs and sides had taken the worst. I had a few deep gashes on my thighs and Demoriel managed to stab me in the stomach. I'm just glad it missed my lung.
We were in the car now but I had to practically force them to get in. They wanted me to rest while they to care of the phantom traveler. I told them that I was fine and I really was. My body may look like it's in pain but it's not, just really banged up is all. I got them to call a few people between every little explanation and so far none of the survivors were flying.
"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 hung up. "All right, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson, he's not flyin' anytime soon."
"Same for Dennis Holloway." I confirmed hanging up and picked up the list. "So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker."
"Right. Her sister, Karen, said her flight leaves Indianapolis at 8 PM. It's her first night back on the job." Sam informed.
"That sounds like just our luck." Dean said sarcastically.
"Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man. Even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.
"Mind helpin us out, Lacy?" Dean hinted. I rose an eyebrow. He actually wanted to me to use my powers on him?
"Um, I kinda can't at the moment. My body is in pretty bad shape."
"Hmm why don't you call Amanda's cell phone again - see if we can't head her off at the pass." Dean directed to me.
"I've already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off. We're never gonna make it." I said sitting back.
"Oh, we'll make it." Dean said and stepped on the gas, speeding down the road.