"What do we do?" Sam asked, his hazel eyes wide.
"Well, my suggestion would be to exorcise it," the brunette suggested, we if it weren't the obvious choice. What else would they do?
"Can you be serious for once in your life, Mill? This is serious!" The brunet snapped at her.
"I am being serious, Sam! We should really exorcise that demon before it crashes the plane," she snapped back.
"And how will we get into the cockpit?" He asked. "Just knock and be like 'please open up. We've come to send you back Hell'?" He asked sarcastically.
"We have to tell Amanda," Dean said, interrupting Sam and Mill's argument.
"What?!" They both said in unison, their eyes wide and looking at their brother as if he had completely lost his mind.
"That's the only thing I can think of," he said. Sam shook his head in disbelief, but began to walk down the plane to where Amanda was.
"She's not gonna believe this," the brunet said.
"12 minutes, dude," the blond replied before they got to Amanda.
"Oh, hi," she greeted the three siblings with the same kind smile she had greeted Dean with earlier. "Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope," she said, eyeing Dean, who gave her a sheepish smile.
"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about," he told her, as Sam closed the curtains to separate themselves from the passengers.
"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" She asked, giving the three Winchester's her full attention.
"Alright, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole 'the truth is out there' speech right now-" he began, but Sam cut him off.
"Alright, look. We know you were on flight 2485," he told her. The stewardess' smile dropped from her face, and she looked at the three siblings in front of her confused and defensively.
"Who are you?" She asked them.
"We've spoken to some other survivors. We know something brought down that plane, and it wasn't mechanical failure," he said, ignoring her question.
"And we need your help, because we need to stop it from happening again," Dean told her.
Amanda shook her head and looked down. "I'm sorry. I-I'm very busy," she said and tried to walk through the siblings.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah. Wait a second," Dean stopped her. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?" He assured her. "But listen to me," he insisted. "The pilot from 2485, Chuck Lambert - he's dead."
"What?" She asked shocked.
"Dead," Mill repeated. "As in no longer alive," she clarified annoyed.
"Chuck is dead?" The stewardess asked panicked.
The brunette closed her hazel colored eyes and took a deep breath to stop herself from letting a sarcastic comment slip from her lips. "Yes," she said, just managing to hold back a sarcastic remark.
"He died in a plane crash," Dean told her. "Now that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as strange?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"There was something wrong with 2485. Now maybe you sensed it and maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too," Sam told her.
"Amanda, you have to believe us," the oldest Winchester begged her.
Amanda opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. She squeezed her eyes shut and touched her head as if she had a headache.
"We kind of really need you to believe us," Mill told her, trying to hurry up the freak out she knew the blonde was having.
"On... on 2485, there was this man. He... he had these eyes," she said confused.
Sam's eyes widened. "Yes! That's exactly what we're talking about," he said.
"What I don't understand, is what are you asking me to do?" She asked them confused.
"Get the co-pilot. We need you to bring him back here," Dean told her.
"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" She asked confused.
"Absolutely nothing. We just want to enjoy a nice cup of tea with him while this plane crashes, killing everyone on board," Mill said sarcastically, unable to hold back. Sam shot her a look. "Oh come on. How can you expect me to not say something?" She asked him. The youngest Winchester let out a heavy sigh and ignored her.
"We don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean said.
"Well how am I supposed to get into the cockpit and get the co-pilot-"
"Listen, lady, this plane is about to friggin' crash!" Mill snapped at her. 'Is she being serious?!' She wondered amazed at how stupid some people could be. "So just get him out of the cockpit," she told her.
"But... how?" She asked defeated.
"Whatever it takes. Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here. Whatever will get him out of that cockpit," Sam told her urgently.
"Do you know that I could lose my job if-"
"Are you seri-" Mill cut her off, but Dean cut her off before she could finish her sentence.
"You're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out," Dean told her. Amanda was quiet for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and nodded.
"Okay," she agreed and walked passed them.
"Worried about her job while the plane is gonna crash," Mill said in disbelief while the three siblings watched her knock on the cockpit and talk to the co-pilot.
"She's probably in shock give her a break," Dean defended her.
Mill looked at him before looking at Sam. "Twenty bucks says something will happen between the two," she said, referring to Dean and Amanda, and held out her hand.
"He's coming," Sam said, ignoring his sister as he did so many times before.
Sam and Dean quickly moved back and got the supplies out of their jackets. The brunet pulled out a bottle of Holy Water, while the blond pulled out their father's journal and handed it to Sam to look for the page, while he and Mill waited for the co-pilot.
"Now what seems to he the problem?" The co-pilot asked as he walked through the curtains. Dean punched him in the face to knock him off guard, before Mill tackled him to the floor and held him down so that Dean could tape his mouth shut.
"What are you doing?!" Amanda asked panicked. "You said that you were just gonna talk to him!"
"We are gonna talk to him," Dean said while Sam opened the bottle of Holy Water and poured it on the possessed co-pilot.
The possessed man let out a muffled yell when the water touched him. Smoke and white foam appeared wherever the water landed on him. He tried to roll over, but Mill punched him in the face and pressed him down harder.
"Oh, my God. What's wrong with him?!" Amanda asked panicked.
"He's possessed!" Mill yelled while she struggled to keep him down. She wasn't necessarily short, but she was on the shorter side, especially compared to her two brothers. But even though she was short, she had a mean right hook.
The brunette punched the possessed man again to keep him on the ground, which was getting more and more difficult. "Dean!" She yelled at her brother, needing his help to restrain the thrashing co-pilot. The blond man came to his sister's aid, punching him in the face and helping her keep him pinned down.
"Look, we need you calm. We need you outside the curtain. Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that?" Sam asked.
"I... I don't..." Amanda couldn't put a coherent thought together. She couldn't believe what was happening. She kept looking from Sam to the two siblings holding the trashing, and apparently possessed, co-pilot on the ground. 'Demons,' she thought in disbelief.
"Can you do that?" He repeated himself, but she still couldn't put a sentence together. "Amanda?" He asked with urgency.
"Okay," she finally said. "Okay," she repeated herself when she saw Dean punch the guy again. She spared one last look before she practically ran out of the little room.
"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him," Dean said when the demon managed to get his arm free and knocked Mill off of him. The brunette slammed into the wall and let out a hiss when her head made contact with the wall, but she didn't have time to waste any time. She shook her head to before she jumped back into action. She punched the demon twice more in the face before she went back to holding him down again, making sure his arm was secured.
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino qui fertis ascendit," Sam read while Mill and Dean continued to hold down the struggling demon.
Suddenly, the demon managed to get his arm free and knock the bottle of Holy Water out of the youngest Winchester's hand. Without thinking, Mill got off him to grab the bottle, but as she did, he knocked Dean off of him with his free hand. Now unrestrained, he pushed Sam away from him. Sam fell against the wall, letting out a loud hiss and groan when his head hit the wall with a painful sounding thud.
"Keep reading!" Mill yelled at him while her and Dean struggled to get control over the possessed man, the Holy Water forgotten.
"Ascendit super caelum caelo ad Orientem Ecce dabit voci suae," he continued, but the demon managed to knock both Winchester's off of him and tore the tape off of his mouth. He grabbed Sam by the jacket and pulled him close to him.
"I know what happened to your girlfriend!" He told him, the voice like a deep growl. All three sibling's froze. "She must have died screaming!" He said and smiled a sick smile at him. "Even now, she's burning!" He yelled, but Dean shut him up by punching him.
"Sam!" Dean barked at him while he and Mill held down the demon.
"Keep reading!" Mill yelled before she punched the demon in the face. Her fist was starting to get sore from the amount of times she was punching him.
"You think she's the only one?!" He asked with a laugh. "Jess isn't the only one who will be burning!" He yelled and looked at Mill. "Seth will be next, and I can't wait to see the look on your face when you find him burning!" He said laughing. Mill froze, her heart stopped.
"Seth?" She breathed. The man took the opportunity to knock her away from him. She slammed against the wall, once again slamming her head against it, this time harder than the first time.
"Mill! Focus!" Dean screamed at her. It took her a second to snap out of it. She shook her hear and squeezed her eyes shut before helping her brother hold him down, although not before getting a few more punches in. "Sam! Keep reading!" He told his brother.
Sam shook his head to clear his mind before he continued. "Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino. Voci suar vocem virtutis," he finished the first part. "I got him," he said and put down the journal down to hold the possessed man down, who only seemed to be getting stronger. The possessed man kicked the journal away, but neither Winchester seemed to notice; they were too preoccupied trying to contain the thrashing and yelling man.
The man suddenly stopped thrashing and arched his back. He threw his head back yelled until black mist came out of his mouth. All three looked shocked at what they were seeing. None of them had ever seen anything like it. Hell, none of them had ever dealt with an actual demonic possession.
All three turned their heads to follow the mist, as it disappear into an air vent. "Where'd he go?!" Sam asked frantic.
"He's in the plane," Dean explained quickly. "Hurry up, we gotta finish it," he said and got off of the now demon free co-pilot. Sam quickly walked off out of the little room to get the notebook. Dean helped Mill up, who was having a hard time getting up, but she pushed him away.
"I got it," she snapped at him and got up.
"You okay?" He asked her.
"I'm fine," she snapped, cracking her neck, and went to go after Sam. She was about to push the curtain to the side, when the plane suddenly seemed to fall. The once quiet plane was now filled with people's panicked screaming and things falling against each other.
Dean fell against the emergency door and let out a grunt when Mill fell back against him. "He's in the pilot!" She shouted and tried to push herself off of her brother, put there was too much force holding her against him. She tried again, this time with help from Dean, who was using all high strength to push her off him. She managed to get a few steps in before she fell right back against him. "Dammit!" She yelled frustrated.
The force against her was getting stronger and stronger as the plane continued to fall. She heard someone yelling in her ear in a high pitch. She turned her head, knowing that it couldn't be her brother who was releasing that very feminine sounding yell, but it was. Her brother, her strong, not afraid of anything but planes brother was letting out a high pitch scream that would put a ten-year-old girl to shame. In any other situation she would have laughed, but not now. Not while there was a demon on the plane. She would make fun of him after they stopped the demon and saved everyone on board.
...
Sam was lying on the ground in the middle pf the aisle, with his arms stretched out under a seat. He almost had the journal, he just needed a few more inches. He stretched out his arm as far as the long limb would go and yelled out a "got it!" when he finally reached it. He pulled it towards him and opened the journal to the exorcism.
He yelled out the last verse of the exorcism through the panicked screaming of the passengers on board. No one seemed to notice him; they were all too preoccupied with panicking. He finished screaming out the last parts of the exorcism, when thr plane was suddenly hit by lightning as soon as he had spoken the last word. Sam looked up from the journal to see if he could see the black mist of the demon. He had finished the exorcism, it had to be there. The plane suddenly straightened itself out again.
Sam allowed himself to relax.
'It worked,' he thought relieved.
Dean was just as relieved as his brother. He let out a relieved sigh, although his face was still contorted in fear. Mill was finally able to get off her brother. She turner around to look at him, who was still frozen in fear with his green eyes wide.
"Very manly, Dean," she said before walking out of the room and into the actual body of the plane, where she saw Sam kneeling in the middle of the aisle. "You did it," she said and patted his shoulder. Sam nodded his head and looked back at see where his brother was.
"He's changing his underwear," she joked. Sam looked at her confused. "He was screaming like a little girl," she said.
"That was him?!" He asked her shocked, a smile of disbelieve spreading across his face.
"Never again," Dean said in a shaky voice, standing by the curtains with his green eyes wide and full of fear. His normally tanned face was pale and sweaty. Mill and Sam both laughed, but Mill suddenly stopped. Her smile fell from her face. Anxiety began to spread through her body while her heart worked over time.
"Seth," she gasped.
-.-
As soon as the plane had landed, all the passengers were greeted by police officers. They didn't care much about the passengers, but they did pull aside the the stewardesses, including Amanda, the pilot and the injured co-pilot.
"Let's get out of here," Dean said.
"We have to wait for Mill," Sam said. As soon as the plane had landed, Mill had pulled out her cell phone and frantically tried to call her fiancée.
"I forgot that Millie drove," he said, more to himself than to his brother. The two brothers fell into a heavy silence. "You okay?" He asked.
"Dean," Sam began, "it-it knew about Jessica," he said.
"Sam, these thing, they-they read minds," he told him, trying to assure him.
"Then how did it know about Seth? He's still alive as far as we know," he said but then quickly looked around to make sure Mill didn't hear him, but she hadn't. She was still on the phone, and by the looks of her, it looked like he was still not picking up.
Her shoulder length hair was messy from her grabbing it and pulling at it, her face with pale and tearstained, and even from the distance, he could see that she was seconds away from either having a massive panic attack and/or a nervous breakdown.
"They lie," Dean said. "Alright? That's all it was," he told him.
"Yeah," he answered, unconvinced.
"He's not answering!" Mill said panicked when she reached her brothers.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Seth, he's not answering," she told him. "I called him five time, I called the house phone seven times and he's not answering," she said, her voice breaking. Her hazel eyes were wide with fear and filled with tears, her lips were red and slightly bloody from her chewing on them.
"Maybe he didn't hear it," Sam tried to reason.
"I called him multiple times, Sam! What if he's-" she couldn't finish her sentence. The ball of emotion in her throat became too big. She couldn't keep it together anymore. She broke down crying.
"Okay, calm down," Sam said. He didn't really know what to do. He was good with people and he could handle crying, but Mill was something else.
He had only seen her cry once in his life, and that was when she was thirteen and broken her femur during a werewolf attack. Other than that, he had never seen her cry or even emotional. Hell, she barely showed emotions. Sarcastic remarks and laughing and making poor jokes and laughing at them. But now, she was full on crying.
"When's the next flight to Seattle?" He asked and turned around to look at the screen.
"Tomorrow evening," she said, trying to pull herself together. "I can wait that long, I have to-" the ball of emotion cut her off once more.
"Take the car. Me and Sammy will take a cab," Dean told her and handed her the keys to her car that he never gave back to her after getting the supplies. Mill took them without saying a word and took off running.
-.-
"Where's Mill?" Jerry asked when Sam and Dean went to him the next morning.
"Something came up," Dean said, not wanting to go into any details. He had talked to her earlier, after she had been on the road for twelve hours. Seth was apparently still not answering any of her calls. She had tried to call his work a few times, but he wasn't picking up there either.
"Well, tell her thank you from me," he asked them. "Nobody knows what you did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed," he said and stretched out his hand to thank them. "Your dad's gonna be real proud," he told them.
"We'll see you around, Jerry," Sam said as he and Dean walked to the Impala.
"You know, Jerry," Dean called after him.
"Yeah?" Jerry asked and turned around.
"I meant to ask you - how did you get my cellphone number anyway? I've only had it for, like, six months," Dean asked.
"Your dad gave it to me," he answered.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked.
"Well, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number and his voice message said to give you or your sister a call. So I called you first, and if you wouldn't have picked up, I would have killed Mill," he explained before straightening up. "Thanks again, guys," he thanked them again before he walked away.
-.-
"This doesn't make any sense," Sam said from the hood of the Impala. Him and Dean had driven until they were a few miles away from the airport before Dean had stopped the car and pulled out his phone. "I've called Dad's number, like, 50 times. It's been out of service," he continued while Dean dialed their father's number and listened.
"This is John Winchester," the deep voice of their father's voicemail greeted them. Dean held the phone slightly away from his ear so that he and Sam could listen to it together. "I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean: 785-555-0179, or my daughter, Mill: 785-555-0481. They can help," he said before his voicemail ended. Dean hung up and played with his phone in his hands while Sam was chewing on his bottom lip.
He shook his head before he got off the Impala and sat down in the passengers seat. 'This doesn't make any sense,' he thought confused.
Dean contemplated calling his dad again, in the hopes that he would pick up, but he knew he wouldn't pick up. Instead, he dialed Mill's number while he got off of the the hood of the Impala and moved to sit down in the driver's seat and start the car.
"He still hasn't picked up," she answered after three rings.
"How far are you out?" He asked.
"I have 22 hours left," she said. "And before you say anything, I did take breaks. I gassed up and bought coffee and energy drinks," she said.
"Mill-" he began, but she cut him off.
"You heard what he said! Seth's gonna burn! Just like Jess did and just like-" she managed to stop herself. "I can't take any real breaks, Dean. I have to... I have to get to to make sure he's alright," she explained.
"I know," he said with a heavy sigh, before breaking the news on their father. "Dad's alive," he told her.
"He called?" She asked shocked.
"No, but his voicemail said to call you or me in case of an emergency; that we could help," he told her.
"That doesn't make any sense," she said confused.
"I know," he agreed.
"I called him at least a hundred times since he's gone missing," she told him.
"I know," he said.
"When did that happen?" She asked.
"Jerry said that he called Dad before he called me, so I'd say three days or so," he said. Mill didn't say anything. "That's a good thing. That means he's still alive," he told her.
"I know, but he could have called us or at least done something so that we knew he was okay," she said.
"I know," he agreed with a heavy sigh. He didn't know why their dad hadn't made any effort to contact them. "Call me when you hear from Seth," he said after they fell silent again.
"I will," she promised and hung up.
"Seth still isn't answering. She has about 22 hours left," Dean filled his brother in.
"Why wouldn't he call us?" Sam asked.
Dean sighed.
"I don't know, Sammy," he answered.
"His voicemail, that wasn't there when I called him," he continued.
"I know, but at least we know he's alive," he said. Sam didn't reply. He only shook his head and went back to looking out the window.
-.-
A little over 19 hours later, Mill finally made it to her and Seth's house. She made the normal 41 hour drive in a little over 36 hours. She had driven mostly with her speedometer hitting triple digits. She had only been pulled over twice.
The first officer had let her go with a warning after she explained that it was an emergency. The second officer had given her a ticket and told her that the next time he wouldn't be as lenient. Mill had rolled her eyes and tore up the ticket after the officer left.
When she pulled into the driveway, she saw her fiancé's black 2003 BMW M3 sitting there. A small part of her was relived. He was home, he was save, but her relief was short lived. He was home, which didn't explain why he wasn't answering any of her calls. Jess had been home when she died.
She immediately jumped out the car and ran to the front door. She panicked when she saw that it was unlocked. "Seth!" She screamed when she ran in. Everything seemed to be normal. The only thing that seemed to be out of place was the pan on the stove and a dirty plate next to the sink. "Seth!" She screamed louder.
"Mill?" A deep voice laced with sleep asked confused.
Mill's heart hammered in her chest.
"Seth?" She called.
"What's wrong?" Her fiancé asked as he came around the corner. He was dressed in his suite, obviously having passed out after work. His short black hair was messy and was rubbing his brown eyes as his eyes got used to the brightness.
"Seth!" Mill cried relieved and ran to the man. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his chest. As soon as she heard his quickening heartbeat, she broke down. He was alive!
"Woah! Baby, what's wrong?!" He asked her panicked and wrapped his arms around her.
"I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you," she told him while she cried.
"Why would you think that?" He asked her and began to rub her back. "Baby, I'm fine, okay?" He assured her and lifted her chin so that she would look up at him. While Mill was tall, she was still shorter at her 5'9" height to Seth's 6'1" height.
"I tried calling you. Your cell, here and at your work," she explained.
"I'm sorry, I had to pull an all nighter at the office. I lost my phone yesterday. I think it fell out on my way to the office or something. I didn't even notice until just now," he said with a sheepish smile.
"But I called her, too," she said, trying to get herself under control.
"I shut the phone off when I got home to focus on the filed, but I must have fallen asleep," he said.
"I can see that," she said and managed to laugh when she saw the angry red marks his glasses left when he had fallen asleep with them.
"Crap. I must have forgotten to leave my glasses at the office," he said, but then he rubbed the brunette's back again. "Are you okay?" He asked her worried.
"I'm fine," she assured him. "I just really want to sleep," she told him.
"Did you drive all night?" He asked her.
"36 hours," she answered. "I drank more coffee and energy drinks than I did in my life," she said, trying to make a joke.
"Come on, let's go to bed," he said and pulled away from her so that he could take her hand.
When they got into the master bedroom, Mill immediately took off her brown leather jacket, black flannel, her brown leather combat boots, white socks, and faded blue jeans. All she had on was her black tank top and grey panties.
She climbed into bed and as soon as Seth laid down next to her, in nothing but black boxers, she immediately laid her head on his chest and tangled their legs together. She knew she should call Dean to let him know that Seth was alright, but her lack of sleep was finally catching up to her and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
