Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Only Lacy.

Once we reached the airport we ran in and checked over the flight schedules

"Right there." Sam pointed to one of the screens. "They're boarding in thirty minutes."

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." We weaved through the crowds, Dean leading the way. We reached the white courtesy phone and Dean picked it up.

"Hi. Gate 13 – I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on Flight, um…" Dean looked over at us.

"424." Sam answered.

"Flight 424."

A woman's voice echoed through the terminal. "Amanda Walker, Amanda Walker. You have a phone call at the white courtesy phone, Gate 13."

"Come on…" Dean mumbled impatiently. I moved closer to him and tugged the phone away from his ear a little bit so I could listen in. Dean gave me an annoyed look but I just ignored him. A little 'click' sounded from the other line.

"This is Amanda Walker." Boy did she sound cheery…

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Headfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here."

"Karen?" Amanda asked confused.

"Nothing serious - just a minor car accident. But she was injured, so-"

"Wait, that's impossible. I just got off the phone with her." Amanda said confused.

"You what?" Dean said awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and let the phone go but still tuned in.

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" Amanda demanded.

"Uh, well….there must be some mistake." Dean said and uneasy laugh coming out.

"And how would you even know I was here?" She asked before pausing. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"

"Guilty as charged." Dean chuckled. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged.

"Wow. This is unbelievable."

"He's really sorry." Dean said.

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" Amanda said a little annoyed.

"Yes, but he really needs to see you tonight, so—" Dean tried but Amanda didn't want to hear him.

"No, I'm sorry. It's too late."

"Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess, really…it's pathetic." I laughed silently at Dean's uncomfortable face.

"Really?" Amanda asked sadly.

"Oh, yeah."

Amanda didn't say anything for a moment, thinking it over. "Look, I've gotta go. Tell him to call me when I land."

"No, no, wait, Amanda." Amanda hung up. "Amanda?"

Dean hung up the phone and let out a short frustrated sigh. "Damn it! So close."

"All right, it's time for Plan B." We looked over at Sam. "We're getting on that plane."

"Now, just hold on a second." Dean said.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board. That plane is gonna crash." I voiced. Like we really have any time to stop and think about our next move.

"I know!"

"We're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon, and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets. You and Sam just go and get whatever you can out of the trunk, whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Dean didn't move. I raised my eyebrows motioning for him to move. "Hello! Earth to Dean! Are you ok?"

"No, not really." Dean said hesitantly.

"What? What's wrong?" We seriously don't need this right now!

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh…." Dean sighed.

"Flying?" I asked surprised.

"It's never really been an issue until now." Dean defended.

"You're joking, right?" I gave him a blank look.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere?" Dean said panicked.

I rubbed my face. "All right. Uh, Sam and I will go." I motioned for Sam to follow me but Dean stopped us.

"What?" He asked in a 'what-did-you-just-say' tone.

"Sam and I will go. You obviously have issues so you'll just have to sit this one out." I moved to go get the tickets but Dean stopped me again.

"You're not going anywhere with my brother alone. I still don't trust you."
My jaw dropped. WHAT? You have got to be kidding me! He still doesn't trust me? That stupid piece of-

Sam cut off my thought. "Look, Dean, we can do it together, or me and Lacy are gonna do this. I'm not seeing a third option here."

"Come on! Really?" Dean whined as he passed his hand through his short hair and sighed defeated. "Man."

()

After some reassurance, we were now on the plane waiting for it to take off. It shook a little bit and a low rumble sounded in the plane getting ready for take off. Dean panicked a bit, his eyes darting everywhere. I chuckled while Sam leaned over me to relax Dean.

"Just try to relax."

Dean darted his eyes over to Sam, glued to his seat. "Just try to shut up."

We laughed. This was definitely something we were going to have to do again. Sam and I buckled up and soon the plane was taking off. Dean tightened his seatbelt and leaned his head against the back of the seat but soon began to panic as the plane left the ground. I laughed at his scared face and leaned back comfortably. Who would have thought that bad ass Dean Winchester was afraid of flying. I smiled to myself, chuckled before I looked over at Dean who started humming something. I caught the tune and looked at him funny.

"Are you humming Metallica?" I laughed.

"It calms me down." He defended moving to grab the arm rest but since my arm was there he ended up latching onto my hand.

My eyebrows shot up but I didn't move not sure what was going on with him. I waited for him to notice that he was gripping my hand instead of the arm rest. My eyes flickered from our hands to his face then back. I leaned back slowly, my eyes never leaving his face. He has to notice that it's me he's holding. The last time I checked arm rests weren't soft like skin.

"Stop looking at me like that. I know it's your hand, deal with it."

I laughed. "Dean Winchester you are one strange man but Ik'm starting to lose the feeling in my hand.."

I lifted our hands and turned mine so they were palm to palm. Dean started to freak out even more and tried to pull away but I didn't let him. I held on tight and took a deep breath. Closing my eyes I sent a calm sensation throughout his body and soon I felt his hand and body relax. I let go of his hand and leaned back into my chair. Dean breathed out before looking at me.

I smiled. "You're welcome." Dean didn't say anything but he did a little nod before looking away. He makes the cutest faces when he's uncomfortable. I blinked in surprise when I went over that last thought. What the hell is going on with me?

"Okay," I snapped out of my thoughts when Sam spoke up. "We've got thirty-two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, and perform a full-on exorcism." Sam whispered.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane, that's gonna be easy." Dean said sarcastically.

"Just take it one step at a time, all right? We need to find out who it's possessing." I interjected.

"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 some sort of emotional distress." Sam pointed out.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up." I said my eyes watching the flight attendants.

"Mm-hmm." A flight attendant passed us. "Excuse me. Are you Amanda?" Dean asked. I laughed at the flight attendants agitated face.

"No, I'm not." She said forcing a smile.

"Oh, my mistake." Dean said and leaned back.

"Mm-hmm." She walked away.

Dean turned and saw Amanda at the back of the plane, near the restrooms. Dean turned back around to me and Sam.

"All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so… I'll go talk to her and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state."

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There's ways to test that." Dean reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water. "I brought holy water."

I took the bottle and whacked him with it. "I really do think that you don't have a brain." Dean rubbed his head and went to punch my stomach but stopped when my eyes started to glow, daring him to do it.

"I think we can go more subtle." Sam said breaking our little staring contest. "If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God." Dean just nodded and got up.

"Hey." Sam called. Dean came back.

"What?"

"Say it in Latin."

"I know." Dean started walking away again.

"Hey!" Sam called again.

"What?" Dean grounded out.

"In Latin, it's 'Cristo'."

"Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot!"

I snorted. "Says you." Dean smacked my head before going down the isle.

Sam was trying really hard not to laugh as I sat there, my mouth open in shock. He really hit me. I looked over at Sam. "You're brother is so going to pay for that."

A few minutes passed and Dean finally came back "All right, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet."

"You said 'Cristo'?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." I looked at the holy water that I was still holding.

"And?"

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her."

"So, if it is on the plane, it can be anyone….anywhere." Sam pondered. Just as the plane shook I tossed the holy water into Dean's lap… landing on his crotch.

"Oh, mother-!" Dean cut himself off holding onto his crotch. I collapsed in laughter, trying to muffle myself but it wasn't helping much. Hey, it was a really heavy bottle… made out of glass.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean seethed. My laughter slowly turned into random burst of giggles.

"That's not my fault. It just landed in your lap… Now I don't have to get you back for hitting me." A small silent laugh followed the giggles and I didn't even care that Dean whacked me again.

Sam smiled a little trying not to laugh as he held a book in his hand. I finally stopped but my smile never left.

"Ok, look," Sam opened up the book he was hold. My smile faltered a little when I saw the hand writing. It was John's. "I found an exorcism in here that I think it's gonna work - the ritual Romano."

"What do we have to do?" I asked.

"It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful."

"More powerful?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam's eyes flickered between me and Dean.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own."

"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." Sam confirmed.

Since Amanda wasn't possessed we had to search throughout the plane to find who was. Sounds easy, right? Well, it would have been if I was in good condition. Oh how I hate you, Demoriel. I made my way towards the front of the plane and so far no one gave me bad vibes.

Ahead of me, Dean was walking down the isle with the EMF meter in his hand earning him very weird looks from the passengers. I smirked to myself sensing that my calming affect was wearing off. Slowly making my way behind him, I roughly grabbed his shoulders making him jump.

"Gah! Don't do that!" Dean seethed. I just laughed at him. He huffed and shook his head. "Anything?"

My laughing subsided and I shook my head. "Nope. You?"

"No, nothin'. How much time we got?" Dean asked. Sam appeared next to me informing us that he found nothing as well.

I checked my phone. "We have fifteen minutes. Maybe we missed somebody."

"Maybe the thing's just not on the plane." Dean tried to persuade us.

"You believe that?" Sam asked giving him a look.

Dean laughed nervously. "Well, I will if you will."

I just rolled my eyes but froze when I felt a bad vibe rack my every bone. The phantom was near. Confirming my thoughts, the EMF meter began to beep frantically. Dean and I looked at each other before letting our gaze follow to where the EMF was facing. A man was stepping out of one of the bathroom, he was the co-pilot. He gave us a smile and a nod before turning towards the door leading to the cockpit.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked but Dean caught on to what happened.

"Cristo."

The co-pilot froze in the door way of the cockpit and turned to us. All we could do was stare at the co-pilots black eyes as he turned back around and closed the door. '… Crap.'